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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'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" |
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You thought they were all kiddin' you |
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You used to laugh about everybody that was hangin' out |
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Now you don't talk so loud, now you don't seem so proud |
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About having to be scrounging around for your next meal |
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How does it feel, how does it feel |
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To be on your own with no direction home? |
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Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone |
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You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely |
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Don't you know you only used to get juiced in it? |
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Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street |
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Now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it |
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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 say,"Do you want to make a deal?" |
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How does it feel, how does it feel |
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To be without a home, with no direction home? |
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Like a complete unknown, 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 |
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When they all came down and did tricks for you |
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You never understood that it ain't no good |
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You should never let other people get your kicks for you |
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You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat |
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Who carried on his shoulder 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's taken everything he could steal |
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How does it feel, how does it feel |
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To be without a home, with no direction home? |
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Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone |
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Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people |
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Drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made |
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Exchanging all precious gifts and things |
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But take your diamond ring down and 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, and you can't refuse |
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When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose |
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You're invisible, you got no secrets to conceal |
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How does it feel, how does it feel |
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To be without a home, with no direction home? |
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Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone |
