| Some people call me a teenage idol,
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| say they envy me;
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| they got no way of knowin',
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| how lonesome I can be.
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| I need somebody to be my baby,
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| to tell my troubles to;
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| got no time to find her,
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| cause I’m just passin' through.
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| (Bridge:)
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| I travel around from town to lonesome town,
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| guess all I’ll be is a rollin' stone;
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| fortune and fame, everybody knows my name,
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| that won’t mean a thing if I’m all alone, woah!
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| (Chorus)
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| (Bridge)
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| (Chorus)
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| I get no rest when I’m feelin' weary,
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| pack my bags and go;
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| I gotta go tomorrow,
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| and go and do my show.
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| I wanna share myself, oh,
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| just spread myself around with someone, anybody,
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| one of God’s creatures-cause I’m so lonesome. |