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(This is a story about your friend and mine |
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Who is it, who is it, who is it?) |
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There you stand with your L.A. tan |
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And your New York walk and your New York talk |
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You're mother left you when you were small |
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But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all |
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Steel and glass |
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Steel and glass |
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Steel and glass |
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Steel and glassYour phone don't ring no one answers your call |
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How does it feel to be off the wall |
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Well your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your lies |
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But you can't pull strings if your hands are tied |
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Well your teeth are clean but your mind is capped |
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You leave your smell like an alley cat |
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Steel and glass |
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Steel and glass |
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Steel and glass |
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Steel and glass |
