{title:Love Minus Zero/No Limit}
{subtitle:Bob Dylan}
{comment: Capo 4th fret}

{columns: 2}
My [C]love she speaks like silence
[G][  ][F]Without ideals or [C]violence
[F]She doesn't have to say she's [C]faithful
Yet she's [Dm]true, like [F]ice, like [G]fire[Gsus4][  ][G]

[C]People carry roses
[G][  ][F]And make promises by the [C]hours
[F]My love she laughs like the [C]flowers
[Dm]Valentines can't [G]buy her

In the [C]dime stores and bus stations
[G][  ][F]People talk of situ[C]ations
[G][  ][F]Read books, repeat quo[C]tations
Draw con[Dm]clusions [F]on the[G] wall

[C]Some speak of the future
[G][  ][F]My love she speaks [C]softly
[G][  ][F]She knows there's no success like [C]failure
And that [Dm]failure's no suc[G]cess at [C]all
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The [C]cloak and dagger dangles
[G][  ][F]Madams light the [C]candles
[G][  ][F]In ceremonies of the [C]horsemen
Even the[Dm] pawn must [F]hold a [G]grudge

[C]Statues made of match sticks
[G][  ][F] Crumble into one a[C]nother
[G][  ][F]My love winks, she does not [C]bother
She [Dm]knows too much to [G]argue or to [C]judge

{Comment: Solo over verse}

The[C] bridge at midnight trembles
[G][  ][F]The country doctor [C]rambles
[G][  ][F]Bankers' nieces seek per[C]fection
Expecting[Dm] all the gifts [F]that wise men[G] bring

[C]The wind howls like a hammer
[G][  ][F]The night blows [C]rainy
[G][  ][F]My love she's like some [C]raven
At my [Dm]window with a [G]broken [C]wing