Painted Places - (Just Like Some Kind of) Rolling Stone

You're screaming all about the writers of your favourite books
And the Danish rugs you've took to soothe your fall from grace
You're shouting all about the girls who came to see you in your band
And all your plans to get out of this place
Cause all the people around here
They make you want to disappear
And spend some time all by yourself
Just as long as you know
That you're selling stories on your own
That only make you think you've grown
Into some kind of rolling stone
You tell me all you want to see in the music scene, you say it's too clean
You tell me that no one's got a thing to say
You want to break all the hearts, play the guitar and learn the parts
To every single song there is to play
But it only goes to show
That you don't really know
That any place you go
Yeah, you only seem to make up dreams that sparkle up your self esteem
Spending some time on your own
Yeah, you're walking round the edge of town taking pictures on your phone
Thinking you're just like some kind of rolling stone
Just like some kind of rolling stone
Just like some kind of rolling stone

Written by:
Tom Limon

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