| The devil keeps me moving, I can’t stay in one place
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| And after a while, when enough is done, I move from first to second base
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| And all the trust that I’m loosing, I have to build it back up
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| So at my new home, I behave, until I drop
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| Then I go down, down, down like I always do
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| I try to stop, this evil flow, but it runs right thru
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| And I go down, down, down like I always do
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| I’ve given up, and I take a bow, to the same old view
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| The devil keeps me moving, just like a rolling stone
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| Surface somewhat clear, but inside this rock, the trouble’s grown
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| And the direction I’m goin', you say it is my own choice
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| And then to me it’s clear, you’ve never felt the strength, of this inner voice
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| Then I go down, down, down like I always do
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| I try to stop, this evil flow, but it runs right thru
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| And I go down, down, down like I always do
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| I’ve given up, and I take a bow, to the same old view |