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Bob Dylan - It Ain’t Me, Babe

Go melt back into the night
everything inside is made of stone.
There’s nothing in here moving
and anyway I’m not alone.
You say you’re looking for someone
who’ll pick you up each time you fall,
to gather flowers constantly
and to come each time you call.
A lover for your life and nothing more,
But it ain’t me you’re looking for.

(via moonlight-driive)