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The Byrds
The Byrds
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Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
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Jim Dickson
Jim Dickson
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Lyrics

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The hand made blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand, you know, too soon There is no sense in tryin' Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece, the hollow horn Plays wasted words that prove to warn That he not busy being born is busy dyin' So don't fear, if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright Ma, I'm only bleedin' For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destiny Speak jealously of them that are free Do what they do just to be Nothing more than somethin' they invest in A question in your nerves is lit Yet, you know there is no answer fit To satisfy, ensure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to And though the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools It's alright Ma, I'm only dyin'
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