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Poor boy he knows he's alive, he's afraid to learn, |
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He don't want to get where he's going cos he thinks he's gonna burn, |
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He can't handle being born in the middle of a big black line, |
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No matter where he looks, to him it's just either side. |
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Close your eyes when you feel you're going under, |
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Close your eyes; you can make the shore this time, |
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Close your eyes; you can make it through the wild, ... you can make it through the wild. |
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Poor boy he knows in this life he'll get hunted down, |
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He don't want to make the transition into meat that feeds the ground, |
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He can't hack it when his mind paints a picture from an evil eye, |
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You can't wash the canvas now cos it's full of dye. |
