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We live in a political world
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Love don't have any place
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We're living in times where men commit crimes
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And crime don't have any face.
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We live in a political world
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Icicles hanging down
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Wedding bells ring and angels sing
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And clouds cover up the ground.
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We live in a political world
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Wisdom is thrown in jail
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It rots in a cell, misguided as hell
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Leaving no one to pick up a trail.
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We live in a political world
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Where mercy walks the plank
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Life is in mirrors, death disappears
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Up the steps into the nearest bank.
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We live in a political world
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Where courage is a thing of the past
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Houses are haunted, children are unwanted
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The next day could be your last.
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We live in a political world
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The one we can see and feel
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But there's no one to check, it's all a stacked deck
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We all know for sure that it's real.
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We live in a political world
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In the cities of lonesome fear
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Little by little you turn in the middle
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But you're never sure why you're here.
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We live in a political world
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Under the microscope
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You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there
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You always got more than enough rope.
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We live in a political world
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Turning and trashing about
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As soon as you're awake you're trained to take
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What looks like the easy way out.
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We live in a political world
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Where peace is not welcome at all
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It's turned away from the door to wonder some more
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Or put up against the wall.
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We live in a political world
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Everything is hers and his
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Climb into the frame and shout God's name
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But you're not even sure what it is.
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										Political World chords
by Bob Dylan
