| A rollin' stone gathers no moss
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| A rollin' stone gathers no moss
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| So, as far as I can see, I guess I was meant to be just a rollin' stone
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| A rollin' stone gathers no moss
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| A rollin' stone hasn’t a boss
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| Just like a Spring or a Summer’s breeze, I can roll just where I please
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| I’m just a rollin' stone
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| Can’t lose my way, all directions are the same when I’m a-travelin'
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| I’ve got no home, sweet home
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| Just keep boppin', never stoppin', couldn’t even if I wanted to,
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| I’ve got to roam and roll
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| A rollin' stone gathers no moss
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| A rollin' stone’s like that coin that you toss
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| But I don’t need level ground
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| I can roll up hill or down
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| I’m just a rollin' stone
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| When I’m travelin', all directions are the same
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| A string unravelin', I don’t think that I’m to blame
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| Some might think my life’s a loss
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| A rollin' stone never gets lost
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| So, I’ll just keep playin' it straight 'til I roll right through that gate
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| I’m just a rollin' stone
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| A rollin' stone |