| Wonder if you know, what you see ain’t what you get. |
| Wonder have you learned a
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| dirty word — did you forget? |
| 'Cause
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| There’s talk on the street… say sugar taste sweet… but it’ll tear you apart.
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| . |
| when what’s easy on the eyes… is hard on the
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| Heart… when you’re loving… loving on them buzzards. |
| See the shiny-winged
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| angel things catch your eye in the big parade
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| You think you got it made. |
| It’s all monkey see, monkey do, but in the end the
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| joke’s on you. |
| It ain’t nothing but a big
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| Charade. |
| Watch the money talk… see the suckers walk… feel the lonely ache…
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| take its toll, soul-sucking pain, yeah
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| Everybody knows… that’s just how it goes… when you’re loving,
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| loving on them buzzards. |
| Funny how you feel, like a thing is
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| Real, just 'cause it feels good — You know what I’m saying? |
| Yeah yeah.
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| Funny how you run straight for the gun when you
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| Know when the fun is done ain’t nothing but hell to pay. |
| See the face in the
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| mirror, it looks alone and afraid. |
| Well, if
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| You think you a player, most times it’s you that’s getting played by them
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| buzzards buzzards buzzards buzzards, them
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| Buzzards of love |