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I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie

And that I was the star of the movie.

This really blew my mind,

The fact that me,

An overfed, long-haired, leaping gnome,

Should be the star of a Hollywood movie.

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She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station
And a rock 'n' roll dream
She's making movies on location
She don't know what it means


And the music make her wanna be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Roller girl, don't worry
D.J. play the movies
All night long, all night long

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I went to shake hands with the president in Miami
I went to a rock show to see Mick Jagger
And you'd never believe it, surprise of my life
They had paint on their faces, just like my mommy's

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I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am;

Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse.

Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth,

Run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.

Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

Edited by Bill from NYC
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Out where the river broke
The bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boilin' diesels
Steam in forty-five degrees

The time has come to say fair's fair
To pay the rent, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact
It belongs to them, let's give it back

How can we dance when our earth is turnin'?
How do we sleep while our beds are burnin'?
How can we dance when our earth is turnin'?
How do we sleep while our beds are burnin'?

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When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone

I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own

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You can roll that stone
To the top of the hill
Drag your ball and chain behind you
You can carry that weight
With an iron will
Or let the pain remain behind you

 

Chip away the stone
Chip away the stone
Make the burden lighter
If you must roll that rock alone

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… If I could
Baby, I'd give you my world
How can I
When you won't take it from me?

 

… You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way

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Woman is the ni**er of the world
Yes she is, think about it
Woman is the ni**er of the world
Think about it, do something about it

We make her paint her face and dance
If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us
If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man
While putting her down we pretend that she is above us
Woman is the ni**er of the world, yes she is
If you don't believe me take a look to the one you're with

Edited by DrW
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You see, man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark


This is a man's, man's, man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl

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Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams
Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco, and the East
Fly by morning light

 

We're on the train to Bangkok
Aboard the Thailand Express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best

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Take the train from Casablanca going south
Blowing smoke rings from the corners of my my, my, my, my mouth
Colored cottons hang in air
Charming cobras in the square
Striped Djellebas we can wear at home, well let me hear you now
Don't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express
Don't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express

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Take the highway
Lord knows I've been gone too long
Lot of sad days
One day you'll turn around and I'll be gone

And the time has finally come
For me to pack my bags and walk away
Hear me say

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