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Like a Rolling Stone

Bob Dylan / Bob Dylan: Highway 61 revisited (1965)

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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 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 havin' to be scroungin' your next meal.
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How does it feel? How does it feel.
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To be without a home. Like a complete Unknown.
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Like a rollin' stone. (harp)
 
You've gone to the finest school, alright, Miss Lonely, 
But you know you only used to get juiced in it. 
Nobody ever taught you how to live out on the street, 
But you find out now you're gonna have to get used to it. 
You said you'd never compromise - With the Mystery Tramp but now you realize: 
He's not selling any alibis, as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes; 
And he says, "Do you want to make a deal?" 
How does it feel? How does it feel? 
To be on your own, with no direction home. 
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone. 
 
You never turned around to see the frowns 
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you. 
Never understood that it ain't no good 
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you. 
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, Who carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat. 
Ain't it hard when you discover that - He really wasn't where it's at, 
After he took from you everything he could steal? 
How does it feel? How does it feel? 
To be on your own, with no direction home. 
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone. 
 
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people 
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made. 
Exchanging all precious gifts 
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe! 
You used to be so amused, 
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used. 
Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse, 
When you ain't got nothin', you got nothin' to lose; 
You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal. 
How does it feel? How does it feel? 
To be on your own, with no direction home. 
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone. 


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