(John Lennon)
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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 glass
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Your 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
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Steel And Glass
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| John Lennon |
