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Series Of Dreams 1 Bob Dylan © 1989 Special Rider Music (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

23 Mar 1989 the bootleg series volumes 1-3 [ rare and unreleased] 1961-1991 GREATEST HITS Vol. 3 SERIES OF DREAMS (CD single) (edit version) 23 Mar 1989 THE DEEDS OF MERCY #3 (T-317)

Oh Mercy session 9, The Studio, New Orleans LA - 23 Mar 1989, Deeds of Mercy version #3 Oh Mercy session 9, The Studio, New Orleans LA - 23.mar.1989, BS 1-3 version I's thinkin' of a series of dreams Where nothin' comes up to the top Everything stays down where it's wounded An' comes to a permanent stop Wasn't thinkin' of anything specific Like in a dream where someone wakes up and screams Nothin' too very scientific Just thinkin' of a series of dreams. Thinkin' of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo drag Suddenly the gate is thrown open An' you're left there holdin' the bag / And there's no exit in any direction / 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes Wasn't makin' any great connection Wasn't fallin' for any intricate scheme Nothin' that would pass inspection I's just thinkin' of a series of dreams. Dreams where the umbrella is folded And into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holdin' Unless they're from another world. In one, the surface was frozen In another, I witnessed a crime In one, I was runnin' and in another All I seemed to be doin' was climb Wasn't lookin' for any special assistance Nor goin' through any great extremes I'd already gone the distance Just thinkin' of a series of dreams. Dreams where the umbrella is folded And into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holdin' Unless they're from another world. I'd already gone the distance Just thinkin' of a series of dreams. Just thinkin' of a series of dreams Just thinkin' of a series of dreams.

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Series Of Dreams 2

23 Mar 1989 TELL TALE SIGNS: THE BOOTLEG SERIES VOL. 8 RARE AND UNRELEASED 1989-2006 GENUINE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 3 The Third One Now (T-636) THE DEEDS OF MERCY (T-317) OH MERCY OUTTAKES (T-337)

Oh Mercy session 9, The Studio, New Orleans LA - 23.mar.1989, BS-8 version, Deeds of Mercy version #1 I's thinkin' of a series of dreams Where nothin' comes up to the top Everything stays down where it's wounded And comes to a permanent stop Wasn't thinkin' of anything specific Like in a dream where someone wakes up and screams Nothin' too very scientific Just thinkin' of a series of dreams. Thinkin' of a series of dreams Where the middle an' the bottom drop out An' you're walkin' out of the darkness An' into the shadows of doubt Wasn't goin' to any great trouble In believin' it's whatever it seems Nothin' to heavy to burst the bubble Just thinkin' of a series of dreams. Thinkin' of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo drag Suddenly the gate is thrown open An' you're left there holdin' the bag Wasn't makin' any great connection Wasn't fallin' for any intricate scheme Nothin' that would pass inspection I's just thinkin' of a series of dreams. Dreams where the umbrella is folded Into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holdin' Unless they're from another world. In one, the surface was frozen In another, I witnessed a crime In one, I was runnin' and in another All I seemed to be doin' was climb Wasn't lookin' for any special assistance Nor goin' through any great extremes I'd already gone the distance Just thinkin' of a series of dreams.

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Series Of Dreams 3

23 Mar 1989 THE DEEDS OF MERCY #2 (T-317) OH MERCY OUTTAKES #2 (T-337)

Oh Mercy session 9, The Studio, New Orleans LA - 23 Mar 1989, Deeds of Mercy version #2 I's thinkin' of a series of dreams Where nothin' comes up to the top Everything stays down where it's wounded And come to a permanent stop Wasn't thinking of anything specific Like in a dream where someone wakes up and screams Nothin' too very scientific Just thinkin' of a series of dreams. Thinkin' of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes Wasn't makin' any great connection Wasn't fallin' for any intricate scheme Nothin' that would pass inspection Just thinkin' of a series of dreams. Dreams where the umbrella is folded And into the path you are hurled And the cards are no good that you're holdin' Unless they're from another world. In one numbers were runnin' In another I witnessed a crime In one I was runnin' and in another All I seemed to be doin' was climb Wasn't lookin' for any special assistance Nor going through any great extremes I'd already gone the distance Just thinkin' of a series of dreams.