| The night comes like a dog
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| Licking at your paws.
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| The bruises from the night
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| That you don’t want to know.
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| A left hook and the right
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| Can be stitched where no one knows.
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| And you just don’t feel the same.
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| In the mirror, my you’ve changed.
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| Boy is that the man
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| In the gaze of what remains?
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| The price fight and the name.
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| The title and the fame.
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| But I’m just a rolling stone
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| Rolling all along.
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| Some seas sweet tonight.
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| But I see it in this night.
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| Cause I’m just a rolling stone
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| Rolling all alone.
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| Will I find a home, a home, tonight?
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| Oh.
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| Oh.
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| It’s a fire pulling clash
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| It’s a rebel pass for cash.
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| A criminal offense
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| A standard dine and dash
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| Electric as we break
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| Mulls excitement on that take.
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| The second we can help
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| That man is not for sale.
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| Snap back in the jar
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| We hear the order call.
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| A pecking or the law.
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| So human after all.
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| But I’m just a rolling stone
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| Rolling all along.
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| Some seas sweet tonight.
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| But I see it in this night.
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| Cause I’m just a rolling stone
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| Rolling all alone.
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| Will I find a home, a home, tonight? |