| Standing on a bridge a midnight,
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| Looking at the stars and wondering,
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| How I ever made it through this crazy world of rock 'n' roll.
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| Cast my mind back to the days,
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| Nights when I was tired and lonely,
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| Girls would take me, make me, break me,
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| In so many different ways.
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll no more,
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll no more,
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll,
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| But it’s in my heart and in my soul,
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll no more.
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| I made it in the early sixties,
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| Though my mind was mixed up, to the point of no return,
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| A star of stage and screen and radio,
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| Standing on a bridge at midnight,
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| Looking at the stars and knowing,
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| That I really made it through this crazy world of rock 'n' roll.
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll no more,
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll no more,
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll,
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| But it’s in my heart and in my soul,
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll no more.
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| Standing on a bridge at midnight,
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| Looking at the stars and knowing,
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| That I really made it through this crazy world of rock 'n' roll.
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll no more,
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll no more,
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll,
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| But it’s in my heart and in my soul,
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| I don’t like rock 'n' roll no more.
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| (Repeat to fade) |