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Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone |
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To the feeling of |
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Hot and cold |
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Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone |
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To the feeling of |
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Hot and cold |
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You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home |
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You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home |
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It's quite a sight for my sore eyes |
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And break my heart back into pieces |
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A city blackout and a sea of white |
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When all I want is to be alone |
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Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone |
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To the feeling of |
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Hot and cold |
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Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone |
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To the feeling of |
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Hot and cold |
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You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home |
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You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home |
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I said, well, I don't wanna die in the middle of a city |
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So they wrote on my headstone |
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Well, I don't wanna die in the middle of a city |
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No! |
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Well, I awoke in your arms |
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I awoke, in your arms |
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I thought I saw |
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For the very first time |
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I heard the cries of a child |
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With the hands of time, not satisfied |
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How my lungs became ears, became eyes |
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Well, I awoke in your arms |
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I awoke, in your arms |
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I thought I saw |
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For the very first time |
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Well, I heard the cries of a child |
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With the hands of time, not satisfied |
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How my lungs became ears, became eyes |
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Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone |
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To the feeling of |
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Hot and cold |
