| I hate to say it but she looks happier now in her posts and her photographs
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| Maybe she’s better without hangin' from my love like a marionette
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| Even when I was alone to know she was out there it kept me warm
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| Now that the suns going down I shiver and shake till tomorrow morning
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| Cause I’m still out here alone
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| With my thumb out on the side of the road
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| I see you dancing in my head
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| Every time someone turns on the rolling stones
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| Maybe its better you’re gone
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| Now I can be lonesome on my own
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| I’m like a dog on the loose every drink filters through my past
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| And I would forget about you sometimes I like to pretend I can
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| It’s like that merry-go-round where we used to meet on the edge of town
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| You’d tell you about your big plans between drags of your smoke
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| As I’d spin you around and around
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| You’d say someday I’m gonna go
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| Stick out my thumb on the side of the road
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| Make my way to the city where nobody knows me
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| And live like a rolling stone
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| Somewhere far from home
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| Where I can be lonesome on my own
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| You were always living in the moment
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| I was always clinging to the past
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| Haunted by things left unspoken
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| There was only so much sand in the hourglass
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| Some things I’ll never know
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| Are you happy, did you finally find your own road?
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| Someone or someplace you could call home
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| You were always a rolling stone
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| Maybe it’s better you’re gone
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| Now I can be lonesome on my own |