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the night comes like a dog |
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lickin' at your paws |
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bruises from the night |
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that you don't wanna know |
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the left hook and the right |
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can be stitched where no one knows |
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and you just don't feel the same |
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in the mirror my you've changed |
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boy inside the man |
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in the gaze of what remains |
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the prize fight and a name |
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the title and the fame |
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but I'm just a rollin' stone |
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rollie-ollie-lone |
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saucy-sweetmmmmannnmndnasfb ??? |
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but I see an endless night |
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cause I'm just a rollin' stone |
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rollie-ollie-lone ouu-own |
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and will I find a home |
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a home |
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tonight |
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it's a fire pointed clash ??? |
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a rebel clash for cash |
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a criminal offence |
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the standard dine and dash |
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electric as we break |
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mild excitement on that take |
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If as sick as we can help ??? |
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that man who's not for sale |
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a snap back in the jaw |
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we hear the order call |
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a pecking order law |
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so human after all |
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but I'm just a rollin' stone |
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rollie-ollie-lone |
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saucy-sweetmmmmannnmndnasfb ??? |
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but I see an endless night |
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cause I'm just a rollin' stone |
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rollie-ollie-lone ouu-own |
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and will I find a home |
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a home |
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tonight |
