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Dead Billie Jean In the shot glass lies a quarter and a tear for every year In the house, yes, of the holy-handed bride-to-be Technology Born on the 4th of July No question who the mother was, but the father's on the lam Playin' spoons and grand piano in a family band Prosthetic hand I was 6 feet under playin' bones with Brian Jones and Jim 'Cause there's a right way and a wrong way here to die And there ain't no reason why Dead Billie Jean What have you seen? Dead Billie Jean What have you seen in the twilight's dawn? So Dead Billie Jean She paid her tab and drove out through the Indiana dawn Never knowin' something's wrong Never recognize in the great bird's eyes I was smokin' dope with Lincoln in a Chrysler on the hill In the no man's land where spirits seem to go Letras de canciones'Cause it's all in who you know Honest Abe, he cracked his window just a skosh to breathe He said it's time that we both leave, you and me and Billie Jean 'Cause we're just slidin' through the aether in a dream And nothin's what it seems to be to me Yeah, nothin's what it seems to be to me From Letras Mania