Bob Dylan – I Could Have Told You: Lyrics and Music Video
I Could Have Told You Lyrics
I could have told you
She’d hurt you
She’d love you a while
Then desert you
If only you’d asked
I could have told you so
I could have saved you
Some crying
Yes, i could have told you she’s lying
But you were in love
And didn’t want to know
I hear her now
As i toss and turn and try to sleep
I hear her now
Making promises she’ll never keep
And soon it’s over and done with
She’ll find someone new to have fun with
Through all of my tears
I could have told you so
I hear her now
As i toss and turn and try to sleep
I hear her now
Making promises she’ll never keep
And soon it’s over and done with
She’ll find someone new to have fun with
Through all of my tears
I could have told you so
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