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Queen Jane Approximately

Dylan Bob & The Grateful Dead
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When your mother sent back all your invitations And your father to your sister, he explains That you're tired of yourself and all your creations Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? When all the clowns that you have commissioned Have died, have died in battle or in vain And you're tired, tired of yourself and all of your creations Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? When you're audience, all advisers heave their plastic At your feet, at your feet to convince you of your pain And, and you wish your situation should be more drastic Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? When all of the bandits that you've commissioned And read out your destruction, oh you're to blame And you want someone [Incomprehenisble] Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Now when all your, all the bandits that you turned your other cheek to [Incomprehensible] And you want someone, when you don't have to speak to Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane? Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?