| Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
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| For the feeling of
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| Hot and cold
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| Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
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| For the feeling of
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| Hot and cold
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| You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
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| You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
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| It’s quite a sight for my sore eyes
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| And break my heart back into pieces
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| A city blackout and a sea of white
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| When all I want is to be alone
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| Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
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| For the feeling of
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| Hot and cold
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| Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
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| For the feeling of
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| Hot and cold
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| You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
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| You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
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| I said, well, I don’t wanna die in the middle of a city
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| So they wrote it on my headstone
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| Well, I don’t wanna die in the middle of a city
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| No!
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| Well, I awoke in your arms
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| I awoke, in your arms
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| I thought I saw
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| For the very first time
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| I heard the cries of a child
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| With the hands of time, not satisfied
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| How my lungs became ears, became eyes
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| Well, I awoke in your arms
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| I awoke, in your arms
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| I thought I saw
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| For the very first time
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| Well, I heard the cries of a child
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| With the hands of time, not satisfied
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| How my lungs became ears, became eyes
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| Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
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| For the feeling of
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| Hot and cold |