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