| Day breaks
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| Slate drops
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| Check your hardest stare
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| Hands in pockets, shoulders up
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| Walkin' like Brando into the sun
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| First Drag
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| On the Blacktop
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| Eyes shift side to side
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| Wanna play chicken, I know that song
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| Walkin' like Brando, fear is all gone
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| A callous heart never bleeds, oh no
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| And a hardened stare never needs, oh no
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| Watch closely now, and take your cue
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| From the black and white parade
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| They never showed their hand
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| And they never lay down
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| Long legs, lipstick
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| Adversary stance
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| Choose your weapon, I’ll choose mine
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| Talkin' like Brando, usin' a line
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| So far, so good
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| So and so, so what
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| Playin' straight man, drinkin' bore
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| Walkin' like Brando settles the score
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| Look here, and look there
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| But don’t you look through me
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| Left myself in the final showdown
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| Hard to be tough when there’s no one around |