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They caught wind of the weak |
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And tied him to a tree today |
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Paul's father says they're pests |
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Destined to just be strays |
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They broke his little back |
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With a little game they played |
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Boys will be boys |
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Isn't that what grownups say? |
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And I just stood there silent |
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Rooted to the spot |
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Marveling at how brave |
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I'm notHow brave |
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I'm notDon't you see |
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It's already too late for them? |
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Where are men of action |
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Can't they do something? |
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The sun was growing faint |
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And slipping from |
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God's hand |
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The day refused to wait |
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And rushed to bury it's head into the sand |
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If I could only get up |
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And stand up for myself |
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I have to join the |
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Little Brutes |
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Sadly I'm not bulletproof |
