Hit the town, still dressing down
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Looking for some action, Mr. Jagger said it best
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He knows you never get, no satisfaction
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But Mr. Dylan knows, that everyone is more or less a Rolling Stone
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And Mr. Lennon, so quiet, knows better, so I've been told
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That says it all, doesn't it?
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We always want what we never get
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Well listen hear, my friend
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I can't continue to pretend that it's alright
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'Cause that ain't right, and that ain't right
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I hear you're gonna make it big, rake it in
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With your master plan, Mr. Hendrix understood
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Those are only, a castles made of sand
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And Mr. Wilson took some pills and I don't blame him
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It's hard to be alive and Mr. Page how he played
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Mr. Drake stayed up late and made me cry
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That says it all, doesn't it?
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We always want what we never get
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Well listen hear my friend
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I can't continue to pretend that it's alright
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They've said it all haven't they?
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But what I want, what I want to say
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Is listen hear my friend
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I can't continue to pretend that it's alright
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No matter what we get, we never find our happiness
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Ain't that a crime?, Maybe that's why I've been told
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Since I was six years old to compromise
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But that ain't right, well that ain't right
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That Says It All
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| Duncan Sheik |
