Winding your way down on Baker Street,
Light in your head and dead on your feet.
Well, another crazy day, you’ll drink the night away
And forget about everything.

This city desert makes you feel so cold,
It’s got so many people but it’s got no soul,
And it’s 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 you’re tryin’, you’re tryin’ now.
Another year and then you’d be happy, just one more year and then you’d be happy,
But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now.

Way down the street there’s a light in his place,
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face,
And he asks you where you’ve been, you tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything.

He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land,
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands,
And then he’ll settle down, in some quiet little town
And forget about everything.

But you know he’ll always keep movin’, you know he’s never gonna stop movin’,
’Cause he’s rollin’, he’s the rollin’ stone.
And when you wake up it’s a new morning, the sun is shining, it’s a new morning,
And you’re going, you’re going home.

 Deep Throat

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