| Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
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| Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn’t you?
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| People 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 everybody that was hangin' out
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| Now you don’t talk so loud, now you don’t seem so proud
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| About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal
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| How does it feel? |
| How does it feel?
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| To be on your own, with no direction home
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| A complete unknown, like a rollin' stone
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| You’ve gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely
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| But you know you only used to get juiced in it
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| Nobody never told you how to live out on the street
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| But now 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 he says, «Do you want to make a deal?»
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| How does it feel? |
| How does it feel?
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| To be on your own, with no direction home
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| A complete unknown, like a rollin' stone
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| How does it feel? |
| How does it feel?
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| Like a rollin' stone |