| I can still remember when I bought my first guitar
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| Remember just how good the feeling was, put it proudly in my car
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| And my family listened fifty times to my two songs repertoire
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| And I told mama her only son was gonna be a star
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| Bought all the Beatles records, sounded just like Paul
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| Bought all the old Chuck Berry’s, 78's and all
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| And I sat by my recordplayer, playing every note they played
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| And I watched them all on TV, making every move they made
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| Rock’n’roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
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| All the dreamy, sunny Sundays, all the moonlit summernights
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| I was so busy in the backrooom writing lovesongs to you
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| While you were changing your direction and never even knew
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| That I was always just one step behind you
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| '66 Seems like the year I was really going somewere
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| We were living in San Fransisco with flowers in our hair
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| Singing songs of kindness so the world would understand
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| That the guys and me were something more than just another band
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| And then '69 in L.A. came around so soon
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| We were really making headway and writing lots of tunes
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| And we must have played the wildest stuff we had ever played
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| And the way crowds cried out for us, well, we thought we had it made
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| Rock’n’roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
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| All the crazy lazy youngdays all the magic moonlit nights
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| I was so busy on the road singing lovesongs to you
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| While you were changing your direction and never even knew
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| That I was always just one step behind you
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| Dooodooodooodooo…
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| '71 In Soho when I saw Suzanne
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| I was tryin' to go solo with someone elses band
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| And she came up to me lately, took her by the hand
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| I told her all my troubles and she seemed to understand
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| and she, followed me to london, to a hundred hotels
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| to a hundred record companies who didn’t like my tunes.
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| And she followed me when finally i saw my old guitar
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| and she tried to help me understand I’ll never be a star
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| Rock’n’roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
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| all the dreamy sunny sundays all the moonlit summernights
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| and though I never knew the magic of making it with you
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| I thank but all forgiving me the little bit I knew
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| Rock’n’roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
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| All the dreamy, sunny Sundays, all the moonlit summernights
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| I was so busy in the backrooom writing lovesongs to you
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| While you were changing your direction and never even knew
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| Rock’n’roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
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| All the dreamy, sunny Sundays, all the moonlit summernights |