| Ebony beauty, passed this shade
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| The looking glass, reflects
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| Then a voice, calls me back
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| This is just circumstance; |
| it is not personal
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| Oh no, it never is
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| Then you ram your hand in your bag for a little friendly substance
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| By the time you’re 25, they will say
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| You’ve gone and blown it
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| By the time you’re 35, I must confide
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| You will have, blown them up
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| Right on queue, just act surprised, when they invite you to take you,
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| curtain call
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| You climbed china’s wall;
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| You, curtain call
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| I’ve done what I’ve done, and it has the ultimate consequence
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| Then a voice calls me back
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| This is not business, no it’s more like, spiritual
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| It’s not what it is
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| Then you ram your hand in your bag for a little protection
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| By the time you’re 25, they will say
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| You’ve gone and blown it
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| By the time you’re 35, I must confide
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| You will have, blown them up
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| Right on queue, just act surprised, when they invite you to take you,
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| curtain call
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| You’ve climbed, china’s wall
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| You, curtain call
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| The closed china’s wall
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| Curtain call
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| Ebony beauty, passed this shade
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| The looking glass reflects |