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Trilha Sonora (331) - 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 call say:

'beware doll, you're bound to fall'

You thought they were all

kidding you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hanging 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

Ahh you've gone to the finest schools,

alright 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 the 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

Ah 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 discovered 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 on your own,

with no direction home

Like a complete unknown,

like a rolling stone

Ahh princess on a steeple

and all the pretty people

They're all drinking,

thinking that they've got it made

Exchanging all precious gifts

But you better take your diamond ring,

you better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags

and the language that he used

Go to him, he calls you,

you can't refuse

When you ain't got nothing,

you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now,

you've got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel,

ah how does it feel?

To be on your own,

with no direction home

Like a complete unknown,

like a rolling stone

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