| A little girl trapped in her knowledge and craft
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| Came tripping to my room last night
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| I cooked her a steak and I tried not to fake
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| And still make everything alright
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| She had dreads in her hair and problems and cares
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| She tried hard not to let 'em show
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| She was decent and sweet and I was sizin' up the meat
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| But doubts fell in my mind like snow
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| And when the shove comes down to love
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| The facade falls down
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| And when the bricks fall from the tricks
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| The facade falls down
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| It’s a sunny afternoon and I’m sitting in my robe
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| I’m dirty and I’m here alone
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| There’s a story on my table that talks about me
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| And I want to stuff it down the author’s throat
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| And I’m sleeping with someone new every night
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| And in the morning politely saying «bye»
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| And I’m nowhere and no one
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| And I only wanna run
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| And I feel like a hamburger bun
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| And when you must
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| Believe or bust
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| The facade falls down
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| When you’re scared of a brand new care
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| The facade falls down
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| I got no reason to believe
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| I got no reason but I’m New York Scumbag Tough
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| And I’ll keep on truckin'
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| So night is falling
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| And I’m getting' tired
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| And it’s time to get my slippers and books
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| Got a sweater and glasses
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| And something that passes
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| For a way to get by in this world
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| And I’m getting' tired
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| Of so many different things
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| I guess I’m just plain tired
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| Or maybe too intelligent to believe
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| In the obvious side of things
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| And when voice says make a choice
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| The facade falls down
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| When your knees start to concede
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| The facade falls down
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| When the shove comes down to love
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| The facade falls down
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| And when the bricks fall from the tricks
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| The facade falls down
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| The facade falls down
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| The facade falls down
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| The facade falls down
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| The facade falls down
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| The facade falls down |