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Winding your way down on Baker Street, |
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Light in your head and dead on your feet, |
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Well another crazy day, you'll drink the night away, |
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And forget about everything. |
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This city desert makes you feel so cold, |
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It's got so many people, but it's got no soul, |
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And it's taken you so long to find out you were wrong |
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When you thought it held everything. |
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You used to think that it was so easy, |
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You used to say that it was so easy, |
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But you're trying, |
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You're trying now. |
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Another year and then you'd be happy, |
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Just one more year and then you'd be happy, |
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But you're crying, |
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You're crying now. |
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Way down the street there's a light in his place, |
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He opens the door, he's got that look on his face, |
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And he asks you where you've been, you tell him who you've seen, |
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And you talk about anything. |
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He's got this dream about buyin' some land, |
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He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands, |
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And then he'll settle down in some quiet little town, |
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And forget about everything. |
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But you know he'll always keep moving, |
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You know he's never gonna stop moving, |
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'Cos he's rolling, |
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He's the rolling stone |
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And when you wake up it's a new morning, |
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The sun is shining, it's a new morning, |
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And you're going, |
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You're going home. |
