Esta canción de Bob Dylan la oía yo hace veinticinco años. Pero va cambiando, things change. Me gusta esta versión de Sophie Zelmani.
Most of the time I’m clear focused all around Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path I can read the sign Stay right with it When the road unwinds I can handle whatever I stumble upon I don’t even notice She’s gone Most of the time. Most of the time It’s well understood Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could I can make it all match up I can hold my own I can deal with the situation Right down to the bone I can survive And I can endure And I don’t even think About her Most of the time. Most of the time My head is on straight Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate I don’t build up illusion ’til it makes me sick I ain’t afraid of confusion No matter how thick I can smile in the face Of mankind Don’t even remember What her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time She ain’t even in my mind I wouldn’t know her if I saw her She’s that far behind Most of the time I can’t even be sure If she was ever with me Or if I was ever with her Most of the time I’m halfway content Most of the time I know exactly where it went I don’t cheat on myself I don’t run and hide Hide from the feelings That are buried inside I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend I don’t even care If I ever see her again Most of the time.
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