| Get attached to a rolling stone
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| And you’re libel to get crushed
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| You’re better off to sit at home
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| And watch the toilet flush
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| I like to sit and look at her
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| I like to do that so much
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| To stand and act mysterious
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| And to watch her blush
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| I know I’m such a weird guy
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| She could never take me serious
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| There’s always that green monkey
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| In around or near us
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| I think sometimes of holdin' her
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| But the picture gets all blurred
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| I see shadows dancin' on my wall
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| Thoughts scatter like birds
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| I wish to God i could touch her hand
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| Somehow make her understand
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| The man I somehow wanna be
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| The man I want her to make me
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| But she stands so distant and rolls her eyes
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| She leaves me and I don’t know why
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| Nothing seems to make much sense
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| I can’t appreciate the sky
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| And so I go home lonely
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| Like a wolf without a pack
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| I got nothin to put my love in
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| Like groceries without a sack
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| Maybe someday when she gets fat
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| She’ll think about what she’s missed
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| She’ll know shell never get me back
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| She’ll feel just like the pits
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| She’ll sit lonely in her apartment
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| Thinkin' about what might have been
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| She’ll know her man had come and went
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| Maybe she’ll take me seriously then
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| Get attached to a rolling stone
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| And you’re libel to get crushed
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| You’re better off to sit at home
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| And watch the toilet flush |