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Ten thousand men ... on a hill
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Ten thousand men ... on a hill
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Some of ’m goin’ down, some of ’m gonna get killed
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Ten thousand men dressed in Oxford Blue
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Ten thousand men dressed in Oxford Blue
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Drummin’ in the morning, in the evening they’ll be coming for you
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Ten thousand men on the move
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Ten thousand men on the move
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None of them doing nothin’ that your mama wouldn’t disapprove
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Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
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Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
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All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold
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Hey! Who could your lover be?
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Hey! Who could your lover be?
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Let me eat off his head so you can really see!
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Ten thousand women all dressed in white
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Ten thousand women all dressed in white
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Standin’ at my window wishing me goodnight
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Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
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Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
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Each one of ’m got seven wives, each one of ’m just out of jail
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Ten thousand women all sweepin’ my room
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Ten thousand women all sweepin’ my room
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Spilling my buttermilk, sweeping it up with a broom
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Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea!
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Baby, thank you for my tea!
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It’s really so sweet of you to be so nice to me
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										10000 Men acordes
de Bob Dylan
