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Cover of the Rolling Stone

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Well we're	big rock singers, we've got golden fingers,

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And we're loved everywhere we	go,

We sing about beauty and we sing about truth,

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At	ten thousand dollars a	show.

We take all kind of pills to give us all kind of thrills,

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But the thrill we've never	known,

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Is the	thrill that'll get you when you get your picture

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On the cover of the Rolling	Stone.

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	Rolling	Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover,

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		Wanna buy five copies for my mother,

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		Wanna see my smilin' face on the	cover of the Rolling	Stone.

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I've got a	freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Katy

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Who embroiders on my	jeans.

I've got my poor old grey-haired Daddy,

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	Drivin' my limou	sine.

Now it's all designed to blow our minds

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But our minds won't really be	blown,

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Like the	blow that'll get you when you get your picture

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On the cover of the Rolling	Stone.

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	Rolling	Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover,

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		Wanna buy five copies for my mother,

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		Wanna see my smilin' face on the	cover of the Rolling	Stone.

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We got a	lot of little blue-eyed, teenage groupies

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Who'll do anything we	say,

We got a genuine Indian guru,

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Who's	teachin' us a better	way,

We got all the friends that money can buy

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So we never have to be a	lone,

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And we	keep gettin' richer but we can't get our picture

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On the cover of the Rolling	Stone.

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	Rolling	Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover,

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		Wanna buy five copies for my mother,

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		Wanna see my smilin' face on the	cover of the Rolling	Stone.

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