Proof

Soon our fortunes will be made, my darling
 And we will leave this loathsome little town
 Silver bells jingling from your black lizard boots, my baby
 Silver foil to trim your wedding gown
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 It's true, the tools of love wear down
 Time passes
 A mind wanders
 It seems mindless but it does
 Sometimes I see your face
 As if through reading glasses
 And your smile, it seems softer than it was
 Proof
 Some people gonna call you up
 Tell you something that you already know
 Proof
 Sane people go crazy on you
 Say, "No, man, that's not the deal we made
 I got to go, I got to go"
 Faith
 Faith is an island in the setting sun
 But proof, yes
 Proof is the bottom line for everyone
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 My face, my race
 Don't matter anymore
 My sex, my checks
 Accepted at the door
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 Proof
 Some people gonna call you up
 Tell you something that you already know
 Proof
 Sane people go crazy on you
 Say, "No, man, that's not the deal we made
 I got to go, I got to, I got to"
 Faith
 Faith is an island in the setting sun
 But proof, yes
 Proof is the bottom line for everyone
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 Half moon hiding in the clouds, my darling
 And the sky is flecked with signs of hope
 Raise your weary wings against the rain, my baby
 Wash your tangled curls with gambler's soap
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 Proof
 Some people gonna call you up
 Tell you something that you already know
 Proof
 Sane people go crazy on you
 Say, "No, man, that's not the deal we made
 I got to, I got to, I got to"
 Faith
 Faith is an island in the setting sun
 But proof, yes
 Proof is the bottom line for everyone
 But proof, yes
 Proof is the bottom line for everyone
 Proof, yeah
 Proof is the bottom line for everyone