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“I am mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.”

Quote by Bob Dylan

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Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan, born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941, is an American musician, singer, and songwriter. Renowned for his distinctive voice and influential lyrics, Dylan's music spans genres from folk to rock, country, and gospel, profoundly impacting music in the second half of the 20th century. more

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