| In fair Verona where we lay our scene
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| Juliet is on her knees
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| She shoots to kill and aims to please
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| You can see it in her eyes
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| It’s not something that she likes
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| She can’t stand being alone
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| So you thank her for her charm
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| And you take her in your arms
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| But she just won’t let you go
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| She said her daddy was an alcoholic
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| And her mother was an animal
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| Now she’s living like a rolling stone
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| She said that the lord will never take her alive
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| If they take her home
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| In Belarus she was a vespertine
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| She danced the gogo for the bourgeoisie
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| Now she’s here
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| And she is on her knees
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| And she won’t apologize
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| For the cheating and the lies
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| But she can’t stand being this way
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| And you can see it in her eyes
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| She will kill them if they try
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| To send her back to her grave
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| She said her daddy was an alcoholic
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| And her mother was an animal
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| Now she’s living like a rolling stone
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| She said that the lord will never take her alive
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| If they take her home
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| (Rolling stone, rolling stone)
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| She keeps on living like a
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| (Rolling stone, rolling stone)
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| She said her daddy was an alcoholic
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| And her mother was an animal
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| Now she’s living like a rolling stone
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| She said that the lord will never take her alive
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| If they take her home
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| You’ll never take her alive if they take her home
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| You’ll never take her alive if they take her home |