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Stress Test

de The Dust Coda

A girl with mojo
Daddy's sweet flame
Moulded by the rhythm of your grandmother's cane
You got all the gold that glitters you say
But it just don't wash off the same
Hallelujah was your middle name
Until you found God had a ball and a chain
So you work every room but it's always in vain
'Cause you just can't seem to catch a break

You got your mind on the money
And your tears for the fame
Oh keep em coming like some pouring rain
While you be running off your mouth like a saint
There's eyes on you honey and there gonna
They're gonna break down your door
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown

So will you die of a broken heart?
Because you could not get that showbiz engine to start
A game of subterfuge and it shows no remorse
With you right at the centre of course!

You got your mind on the money
And your tears for the fame
Oh keep em coming like some pouring rain
While you be running off your mouth like a saint
There's eyes on you honey and there gonna
They're gonna break down your door
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
Breakdown, breakdown

Yeah you got your mind on the money
And your tears for the fame
Oh keep 'em coming like some pouring rain
While you be running off your mouth like a saint
There's eyes on you honey and there gonna
There gonna break down your door
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
Break down your door
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
Break down your door
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
Break down your door
Breakdown, breakdown, breakdown

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