| Another lousy day, where everything’s stuck
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| not a dime in the pocket, you’re going 'round the block
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| there’s no gettin' away it must be a shock to see
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| the smile on your enemy’s face, when your stock has dropped
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| it was a longtime ago, I know
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| the king of pop was on a roll
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| one day you rise, the next you fall
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| the tide is turning… on you
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| the kingdom that you once have has
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| you built it with your two bare hands
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| your castles were all made of sand
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| now tell me what’s the plan again
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| what will you do
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| just face the music
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| they’re coming at you
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| just face the music
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| with money comes fame, boy, you had a lot
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| you use to be the right man, a big mouth and big shot
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| you never had a friend and you say it’s better like that
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| well you’re just like your father who thinks that men are rats
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| it was a longtime ago, I know
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| the king of pop was on a roll
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| one day you rise, the next you fall
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| the tide is turning… on you
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| the kingdom that you once have has
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| you built it with your two bare hands
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| your castles were all made of sand |
| now tell me what’s the plan again
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| what will you do
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| just face the music
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| they’re coming at you
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| just face the music
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| what will you do
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| just face the music
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| they’re coming at you
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| just face the music
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| (Merci à Florine pour cettes paroles) |