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lunes, 3 de septiembre de 2012

Like A Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan


Like A Rolling Stone-Bob Dylan
Like A Rolling Stone-Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine, 
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 a’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 your next meal. 

How does it feel ? 
How does it feel ? 
To be without a home ? 
Like a complete unknown ? 
Like a rolling stone ? 

Aw, you've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely, 
But you know you only used to get “juiced” in it. 
Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street, 
And now you're gonna have to get used to it. 
You say you never compromise 
With a mystery tramp, but now you realize 
He's not selling any alibis 
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes 
And say, “Do you want to make a deal? 

How does it feel ? 
How does it feel ? 
To be on your own ? 
With no direction home ? 
A complete unknown ? 
Like a rolling stone ? 

Aw, you never turned around to see the frowns 
On the jugglers and the clowns 
When they all 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 a 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 have ya’ on your own ? 
With no direction home ? 
Like a complete unknown ? 
Like a rolling stone ? 

Aw, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people 
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they’ve got it made. 
Exchanging all precious gifts, 
But you'd better take 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 ain’t got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose 
You're invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal. 

How does it feel ? 
Aw, how does it feel ? 
To be on your own ? 
With no direction home ? 
Like a complete unknown ? 
Like a rolling stone ?
Like A Rolling Stone-Bob Dylan


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