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Once upon a time you dressed so fine |
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You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? |
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People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" |
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You thought they were all kiddin' you |
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You used to laugh about |
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Everybody that was hangin' out |
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Now you don't talk so loud |
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Now you don't seem so proud |
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About having to be scrounging for your next meal |
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How does it feel |
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How does it feel |
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To be without a home |
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Like a complete unknown |
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Like a rolling stone? |
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You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely |
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But you know you only used to get juiced in it |
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And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street |
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And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it |
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You said you'd never compromise |
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With the mystery tramp, but now you realize |
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He's not selling any alibis |
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As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes |
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And ask him do you want to make a deal? |
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How does it feel |
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How does it feel |
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To be on your own |
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With no direction home |
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Like a complete unknown |
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Like a rolling stone? |
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You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns |
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When they all come down and did tricks for you |
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You never understood that it ain't no good |
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You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you |
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You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat |
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Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat |
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Ain't it hard when you discover that |
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He really wasn't where it's at |
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After he took from you everything he could steal |
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How does it feel |
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How does it feel |
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To be on your own |
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With no direction home |
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Like a complete unknown |
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Like a rolling stone? |
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Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people |
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They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made |
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Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things |
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But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe |
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You used to be so amused |
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At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used |
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Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse |
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When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose |
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You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. |
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How does it feel |
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How does it feel |
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To be on your own |
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With no direction home |
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Like a complete unknown |
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Like a rolling stone? |