| I’m hitting the road to heading nowhere
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| Got no place to go
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| I’m stuck inside my generation
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| Round and round I go.
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| I’m sick of the sound of Rolling Thunder
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| Times they were a-changing
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| And Rock’n’Roll died with Easy Rider
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| Tearing up my traces.
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| David Bowie was Hunky Dory
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| Aladdin quite insane
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| Give the sound of Arthur Lee with
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| Forever Changes, I’ll remember
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| And more again, don’t leave me ever
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| Buddy Holly said, Baby, please be mine
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| All the time.
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| I’m cutting out now before the New Wave
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| Takes my surf board flair
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| Remember the time when Zappa said
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| Punk, where you going with that
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| Flower in your hair?
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| There’s so many who’s who’s, Rolling Stones,
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| Rod Stewards and Small Faces
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| And Tommy’s the King of Pinball flings
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| That chases my generation.
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| David Bowie was Hunky Dory
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| Aladdin quite insane
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| Give the sound of Arthur Lee with
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| Forever Changes, I’ll remember
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| And more again, don’t leave me ever
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| Buddy Holly said, Baby, please be mine
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| All the time. |