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-[VERSE 1]
-I got on at Blood on the Tracks
-Midwinter, mid-thirties, suitcase cracked
-Tangled Up in Blue seats, torn upholstery
-Every love’s a wound if you tell it closely
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-He’s beside me, hat pulled low
-Says names don’t matter, then says his does
-Talks in riddles, coughs up smoke
-Says truth is just a different joke
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-[PRE-CHORUS]
-I ask him straight, he laughs and stalls
-Says “I contain multitudes” then denies it all
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-[CHORUS]
-First rule of Bob D
-You don’t explain Bobby D
-Second rule, you change the tune
-Right when they start to listen
-I’m riding shotgun with a ghost and a grin
-Trying to work out where belief begins
-Slow train coming, fast blood drying
-Am I watching history
-Or am I next in line?
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-[VERSE 2]
-He says Desire’s just a mask
-Scarlet bandana, rolling cast
-Hurricane stories, violin crime
-Truth bends better when it rhymes
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-Street-Legal sermons, horns too loud
-Choir creeping in from the crowd
-I say “Is this where faith kicks in?”
-He says “Kid, faith is a different skin”
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-[PRE-CHORUS]
-He points ahead, track starts to glow
-Says “You don’t find God — He boards you slow”
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-[CHORUS]
-First rule of B. D.
-Never trust the phase
-Third rule, burn the map
-Fourth rule, praise and blame
-Blood on the tracks, then a ticket stub
-From heartbreak hotel to the Book of Job
-Slow Train Coming, no return fare
-I don’t know if I’m following
-Or already there
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-[BRIDGE – UNRELIABLE NARRATOR]
-Maybe he’s real
-Maybe he’s me
-Maybe I read him into history
-Charlemagne with a harmonica crown
-Founding empires, burning them down
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-He says “Saved isn’t irony”
-I say “Neither is Shot of Love”
-He says “You want sincerity?”
-I say “Yeah — but not enough”
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-[BREAK]
-The train won’t stop
-The questions stack
-Every answer changes the track
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-[VERSE 3]
-He quotes scripture, then quotes himself
-Leaves both unlabeled on the shelf
-I say “Did you mean it?”
-He says “At the time”
-Which feels like truth
-Or feels like a crime
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-I check my reflection in the window glass
-See Eli Mercer wearing someone else’s past
-If he could pivot, vanish, return
-What’s the lesson I’m meant to learn?
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-[FINAL CHORUS]
-First rule of influence
-You swear you’re not influenced
-Second rule, deny the debt
-While you’re counting interest
-Blood on the tracks, slow train hum
-Faith or fracture, here it comes
-He tips his hat, says “You’ll be fine”
-Leaves me alone
-With a voice that sounds like mine
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-[OUTRO]
-Train keeps rolling
-Names decay
-History’s just a long delay
-If Dylan’s Charlemagne, what am I then?
-Another passenger
-Learning when
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