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Winding your way down on Baker Street
Lite in your head, and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day, you drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold, its got
So many people but its got no soul
And its taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything.
You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But youre tryin, youre tryin now
Another year and then youd be happy
Just one more year and then youd be happy
But youre cryin, youre cryin now
Way down the street theres a light in his place
You open the door, hes got that look on his face
And he asks you where youve been, you tell him who youve seen
And you talk about anything
Hes got this dream about buyin some land
Hes gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then hell settle down, its a quiet little town
And forget about everything
But you know hell always keep moving
You know hes never gonna stop moving
Cause hes rollin, Hes the rolling stone
And when you wake up its a new morning
The sun is shining its a new morning
And youre going, youre going home
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