Like A Rolling Stone
Bob Bylan

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Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
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Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you?
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People call, say "Beware, doll, you're bound to fall"
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You thought they were all kidding you
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You used to laugh about
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Everybody that was hanging out
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But 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 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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Like a complete unknown
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Like a rolling stone

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You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lonely
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But you know you only used to get juiced in it
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You never had to live out on the street
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But now you're gonna have to get used to it
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You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
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Who carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat
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Ain't it hard when you discover that
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He really wasn't where it's at
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After he took from you everything he could steal

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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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Like a rolling stone

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You never turned around to see the frowns
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On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
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Never understood that it ain't no good
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You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
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You said you'd never compromise
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With the Mystery Tramp but now you realize
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He's not selling any alibis
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As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
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And he says, "Do you want 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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Like a rolling stone

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Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
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They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made
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Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts
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But you'd better lift your diamond ring, 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 got nothing you got nothing to lose
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You're invisible now you've 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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Like a complete unknown
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Like a rolling stone