| Unidentified Audience Member
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| & Bob Dylan]
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| Judas!
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| I don’t believe you
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| You’re a liar
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| Play it fucking loud
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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 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’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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| 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 all drinkin' and 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, now 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 ain’t 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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| Oh, 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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| Thank you |