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I lived with them on Montague street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.