| Hit the town, still dressing down
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| Looking for some action
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| Mr. Jagger said it best
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| He knows you never get… no satisfaction
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| But Mr. Dylan knows
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| That everyone is more or less… a rolling stone
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| And Mr. Lennon, so quiet, knows better
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| …or so I’ve been told
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| That says it all, doesn’t it?
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| We always want what we never get
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| Well listen dear, my friend
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| I can’t continue to pretend that it’s alright
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| 'Cause that ain’t right
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| That ain’t right
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| I hear you’re gonna make it big, rake it in
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| With your master plan
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| Mr. Hendrix understood
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| Those are only castles made of sand
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| Mr. Wilson took some pills
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| …and I don’t blame him
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| It’s hard to be alive
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| …Mr. |
| Page, how he played
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| Mr. Drake stayed up late
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| …and made me cry
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| That says it all, doesn’t it?
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| We always want what we never get
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| Well listen hear, my friend
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| I can’t continue to pretend that it’s alright
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| They’ve said it all havne’t they?
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| But what I want, what I want to say
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| Is listen dear my friend
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| I can’t continue to pretend that it’s alright
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| No matter what we get
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| We never find our happiness
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| Ain’t that a crime?
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| Maybe that’s why I have been told
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| Since I was six years old to compromise
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| But that ain’t right…
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| That ain’t right |