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Faces Lyrics |
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 Faces cracked for reason beyond recognition.His space is at the Palace. He sleeps for twenty five cents. Now he`s wiping headlights, windshields with an old rag. It ain`t nine to five. Down and dirty, he`s an old tramp. He poses like a dead man. The night train passes by. Money`s not the answer for princes and dancers. He`s standing under street lights. He`s thinking of his old life. He lost his pretty young wife. The corner is his big plan. His brunch with Jim and jitters. Boston blue laws ain`t for shitters. And newsprint is for cheaters. Cement mattress for believers. Now he`s shooting power curves. His buddies think he`s got some nerve. Missus Face had other lovers. Her arms smothered other numbers. He freezes. Christmas season, all Saints protect him. His face is cracked for reason beyond recognition. |
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