| Winding your way down on Baker Street
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| Light in your head and dead on your feet
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| Well another crazy day, you’ll drink the night away
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| And forget about everything.
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| This city desert makes you feel so cold
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| It’s got so many people but it’s got no soul
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| And it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrong
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| When you thought it held everything.
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| You used to think that it was so easy,
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| You used to say that it was so easy
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| But you’re tryin', you’re tryin' now.
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| Another year and then you’d be happy
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| Just one more year and then you’d be happy
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| But you’re cryin', you’re cryin' now.
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| Way down the street there’s a light in his place
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| He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
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| And he asks you where you’ve been, you tell him who you’ve seen
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| And you talk about anything.
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| He’s got this dream about buyin' some land
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| He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
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| And then he’ll settle down, it’s a quiet little town
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| And forget about everything.
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| But you know he’ll always keep movin'
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| You know he’s never gonna stop movin'
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| Cause he’s rollin', he’s the rollin' stone.
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| And when you wake up it’s a new morning
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| The sun is shining, it’s a new morning
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| But you’re going, you’re going home |