Hey let him follow you down,
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Way underground wind and he's bound.
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Bound to follow you down,
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Just a dead beat right off the street.
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Bound to follow you down.
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Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos
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And dressing rooms filled with parasites.
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On stage the band has got problems,
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They're a bag of nerves on first nights.
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He ain't tied down to no home town,
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Yeah, and he thought he was wreckless.
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You think he's bad, he thinks you're mad,
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Yeah, and the guitar player gets restless.
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And his coat is torn and frayed,
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It's seen much better days.
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Just as long as the guitar plays
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Let it steal your heart away,
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Let it steal your heart away.
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Joe's got a cough, sounds kind a rough,
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Yeah, and the codeine to fix it.
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Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies,
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Who's gonna help him to kick it
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Well his coat is torn and frayed,
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It`s seen much better days.
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Just as long as the guitar plays
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Let it steal your heart away,
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Let it steal your heart away.
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Torn And Frayed
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| Rolling Stones |
