I Want You by Hollies
(Dylan)
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonely organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you
Oh so bad
Baby, I want you
Once a politician leaves
Upon the street where mothers weep
The saviours who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin from my broken cup
And askin me to open up the gate for you
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