by John Lennon
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There you stand
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With your L.A. tan
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And your New York walk
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And your New York talk
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Your mother left you when you were small
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But you're gonna wish
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you wasn't born at all
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Steel and Glass
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Steel and Glass
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Your phone don't ring
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No one answers your call
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How does it feel to be off the wall
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Your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads
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Your lies
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But you can't pull strings if your hands
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Are tied
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Your teeth are clean but your mind
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Is capped
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You leave your smell like and alley cat
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Steel and Glass
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Steel and Glass
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There you stand with
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your toilet scent
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And your Mickey duck
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and your Donald fuck
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Your Daddy left when you were small
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But you're gonna wish
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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 Glass
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