Like A Rolling Stone
Bob Dylan

Intro
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine

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Threw the bums a dime in your prime

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Didn't you

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People call say beware doll 

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you're bound to fall you thought they were all

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Kiddin' you

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You used to laugh about

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Everybody that was hangin' out

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Now you don't talk so loud

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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

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How does it feel

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To be without a home

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With no direction home

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Like a complete unknown

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Like a rolling stone


You've gone to the finest school allright Miss Lonely 
But you know you only used to get 
Juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And you find out now you're gonna have to get
Used to it
You said you'll 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 say, "do you want to make a deal?"

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You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
When they all came down to do
Tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your
Kicks for you
You used to ride the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder his Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you disclovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he's taken everything that he can steal

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Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin' thinkin' they
Got it made
Exchangin' all precious gifts and things
Well, you better take your diamond ring down and
Pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napolean 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 got no secrets to conceal

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