I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
-Bob Dylan, Shelter from the Storm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEhwvn5_wEM&feature=related
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