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       Once upon a time you 
        dressed so fine 
        You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? 
        People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" 
        You thought they were all kiddin' you 
        You used to laugh about 
        Everybody that was hangin' out 
        Now you don't talk so loud 
        Now you don't seem so proud 
        About having to be scrounging for your next meal. 
         
        How does it feel 
        How does it feel 
        To be without a home 
        Like a complete unknown 
        Like a rolling stone? 
         
        You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely 
        But you know you only used to get juiced in it 
        And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street 
        And now you find out 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 ask him do you want to make a deal? 
         
        How does it feel 
        How does it feel 
        To be on your own 
        With no direction home 
        Like a complete unknown 
        Like a rolling stone? 
         
        You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns 
        When they all come down and did 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 on the chrome horse with your diplomat 
        Who carried on his shoulder 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 
        Like a complete unknown 
        Like a rolling stone? 
         
        Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people 
        They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made 
        Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things 
        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 got nothing, you got nothing to lose 
        You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. 
         
        How does it feel 
        How does it feel 
        To be on your own 
        With no direction home 
        Like a complete unknown 
        Like a rolling stone?  
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