Rolling Stone
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
It's quite a sight for my sore eyes
And break my heart back into pieces
A city blackout and a sea of white
When all I want is to be alone
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
I said, well, I don't wanna die in the middle of a city
So they wrote on my headstone
Well, I don't wanna die in the middle of a city
No!
Well, I awoke in your arms
I awoke, in your arms
I thought I saw
For the very first time
I heard the cries of a child
With the hands of time, not satisfied
How my lungs became ears, became eyes
Well, I awoke in your arms
I awoke, in your arms
I thought I saw
For the very first time
Well, I heard the cries of a child
With the hands of time, not satisfied
How my lungs became ears, became eyes
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
It's quite a sight for my sore eyes
And break my heart back into pieces
A city blackout and a sea of white
When all I want is to be alone
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
You took my body, you took my body, you took my body home
I said, well, I don't wanna die in the middle of a city
So they wrote on my headstone
Well, I don't wanna die in the middle of a city
No!
Well, I awoke in your arms
I awoke, in your arms
I thought I saw
For the very first time
I heard the cries of a child
With the hands of time, not satisfied
How my lungs became ears, became eyes
Well, I awoke in your arms
I awoke, in your arms
I thought I saw
For the very first time
Well, I heard the cries of a child
With the hands of time, not satisfied
How my lungs became ears, became eyes
Roll like a roll, like a roll, like a rolling stone
To the feeling of
Hot and cold
Credits
Writer(s): Reuben John Wayne Bullock
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