| Once upon a time you dressed so fine
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| You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
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| People’d call, say: 'Beware doll, you’re bound to fall'
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| You thought they were all kiddin' you
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| You used to be so proud
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| About everybody that was hangin' out
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| Now you don’t talk so loud
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| Now you don’t seem so proud
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| About having to be scrounging around, scrouging around for your next meal.
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel
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| To be without a home
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| With no direction home
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| Like a complete unknown
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| Just like a rolling stone?
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| You’ve gone to the finest school, all right Miss Lonely
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| But you know you only used to get juiced in it Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
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| And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it You said you’d never compromise
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| With the mystery tramp but even in his eyes
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| Into the vacuum of his eyes
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| As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
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| And say: 'Would you like to, come on now, would you like to come on to make a deal?
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel
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| To be without a home
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| Like a complete unknown
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| With no direction home
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| Like a rolling stone?
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| Princess … on the steeple and all them pretty people
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| They’re drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
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| Exchanging all the precious gifts and things
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| But you’d better lift your diamond ring down, you’d better pawn it babe
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| You used to be so amused
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| At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
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| Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
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| When you ain’t got nothing got, you got nothing to lose
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| You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel
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| To be without a home
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| With no direction home
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| Like a complete unknown
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| Like a rolling stone?
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| Like a rolling stone?
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| Like a rolling stone? |