| On the fourth night I make the call
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| It’s time to venture out
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| I take my skateboard and my flick knife
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| I’m prepared for what I’ll find
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| I’m ready
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| Nighttime do your worst
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| The city streets are deserted
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| Police cars are all burnt out
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| There’s not a single cloud in the sky
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| And I’m blinded by the stars
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| Every step is moving on, I’m leaving it behind
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| The world has turned and so must I
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| So here’s to never growing old just like a rolling stone
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| They never saw it coming
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| They never stood a chance
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| I follow the river to parliment square
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| Past the ransack cathedral
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| The pale lights of the street light dance
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| And broken glass of the store
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| I’m ready
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| But when I arrive it’s the queerest thing
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| A leash of foxes are holding cord
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| They look at me but do not move
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| For this is their space now
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| Every step is moving on, I’m leaving it behind
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| The world has turned and so must I
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| So here’s to never growing old just like a rolling stone
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| They never saw it coming
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| They never stood a chance
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| So here’s to never growing old
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| (Off the step, off the step, off the step, off the step)
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| So here’s to never growing old
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| So here’s to never growing old
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| (Off the step, off the step, off the step, off the step)
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| So here’s to never growing old
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| We never saw it coming
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| We didn’t stand a chance |