STREETSINGER
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Yeah, they say if you were in attendance that
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Night, then you, my friend, were a witness to
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History. Ah, but with a touch of mystery.
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You see, before her final bow, Brooklyn would always sing the "unfinished lullaby"
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BROOKLYN
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La la la la, la la, la la la la,
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La la la...
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STREETSINGER
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...though she would never sing the words.
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Y'see, if you remember, only one other
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Person knew the words and she longed to
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Hear his voice sing them back to her. So
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Brooklyn would us her new found fame in
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America to call for her father. Ah, but fame
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In the land of the pilgrim's pride ain't no fairy
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Tale. You see, a lot of people want it, few get
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It, and once you got it, you ain't gonna ever
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Give it up. Oh, and people let me tell you,
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Nobody knew that better than the Brooklyn
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Born and bred Ms. Paradice!
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PARADICE
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Now this may come as quite a little shock to
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You all, but I did'nt know me Daddy either.
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STREETSINGER
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A force of nature, a natural born world
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Shaker. Born on Mean Street right across
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From Ugly Road, honed on hustle, raised on
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Riot. Educated in the Red Hook projects, got
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Her Ph.D. in survival, and would to whatever
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It takes to remain America's diva of the
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Decade. Oh, and people, let me tell you,
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Don'tchu ever musspell her name, that's
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P.a.r.a...
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PARADICE
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...d.i.c.e 'cause I was born on with nothin' but a
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Pair-a-dice around my neck. And from that
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Pair-a-dice, I built me a paradise. And no one...
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