[Yeah dig brother, um, there's really lotta say here, diddy in the rain, no buttons to push?]
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[Well right now we like to dedicate this song to everybody here with heart, hearts and ears… Goes somethin' like this]
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[Yeah… When I say now…]
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[Yes as I said before it's really groovy… Like to bore you for about six or seven minutes, and do a little thing]
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[Yeah could ya 'scuse me for a minute, just lemme play my guitar alright?]
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[right now, different thing by Bob Dylan, that's his gramma over there, this little thing called "Like a Rolling Stone"]
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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'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall,"
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You thought they all were a’kiddin' you.
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You used to laugh about
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Everybody that was uh hangin' out.
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Look atcha
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But now you don't talk so loud,
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Now you don't, baby, seem so proud,
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About having to be scrounging your next meal...
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Yeah
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How does it feel?
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Oh, how does it feel, baby?
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To be on your own?
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No direction home
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Look atcha...
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A complete unknown
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Like a rolling stone
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Gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely,
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But you know you only used to get juiced in it.
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Nobody here-a taught you how to live in the streets,
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And now you just gonna have to get used to it
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You say you never, never compromise
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With a mystery tramp, but now you, you got to realize
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He's not selling any alibis
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As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
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And he says, “Hey baby would you like to make a deal?
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How does it feel, baby?
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How does it feel?
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To be on your own?
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No direction home
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A complete unknown
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Look atcha, like a rolling stone
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Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people,
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They all laugh and drinkin' thinkin' that they
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Got it made
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Exchanging all precious gifts and things,
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But you'd better take your diamond ring, I think you'd better, you'd better pawn it babe.
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Yes I know I missed the verse, don't worry
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You used to be so amused
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At Napoleon in rags and the sweet talk that he used.
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Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse.
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When you ain’t got nothing, you’ve got-a nothing to lose
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You're invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal...
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How does it feel?
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Oh, how does it feel, baby?
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To be on your own?
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No direction home
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A complete unknown
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Look at ya, like a rolling stone
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[Thank you very much. Yeah dig this, we got a little tune around named Rock Me Baby, you know, this kinda, yeah… We got our own little Rock Me Baby, words might be wrong, but that's alright, goes a little like this]
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Like a Rolling Stone
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| Jimi Hendrix |
