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If you live around here
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You need cash in the bank
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'Cos the houses 'round here
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Are all flashy and swank
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And the front bit, ha!
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'At's what's called a facade
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All the the people 'round here
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Are as posh as can be
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You won't see 'em hobnobbin'
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With rubbish like me
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It's the snob bit
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Also called a facade
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Every day
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People live their own sweet way
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Like to add a coat of paint
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And be what they 'aint
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That how their little game is played
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Livin' out the masquerade
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Get rich and get made
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Who'd want to trade?
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But there's one thing I know
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And I know it for sure
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This disease that they've got
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Has go no ready cure
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And I'm certain
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Life is terribly hard
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When your life's a facade
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Every night here one house
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Or another is a fun-house
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'Cos there's someone givin' a party as you see, sir
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This one here tonight
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Is rather special, am I right?
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It's the betrothal of Sir Danver's daughter Lisa
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Sir Danvers Carew is a good man
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They call him the crème de la crème
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Whatever that means
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He's a bloody sight better than them
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Nearly everyone you meet
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When walking down a London street
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Pretends to be a pillar of society
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A model of propriety, sobriety and piety
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Who's never even heard of notoriety
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Ladies an' gents here before you
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Which none of 'em ever admits
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May have savory looks
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But they're sinners and crooks
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Hypocrites!
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If you live around here
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You need lots of panache
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If you live in town, dear
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Then you must cut a dash
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'Tisn't hard, dear
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To create a facade
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You must seem to be rich
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And have money to burn
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Even though it's a bitch
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Spendin' more than you earn
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That's the game here
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An' the name is facade
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One or two
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May look kinda well-to-do, ha!
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But I betcha precious few
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Have paid for their boots
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I'm inclined to think half mankind
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Thinks the other half is blind
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Wouldn't be surprised to find
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They're all in cahoots
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At the end of the day
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They don't mean what they say
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They don't say what they mean
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They don't ever come clean
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And the answer
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Is it's all a facade
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Call a walk: promenade
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Call a street: boulevard
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Grease your hair with pomade
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You'll be held in regard
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And I betcha
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If you say on your guard
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They'll all say you're a card
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People love the facade
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What's behind the facade?
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Look behind the facade
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