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i keep kicking at the curb with my worn out shoes |
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i keep running into strangers that say i know you |
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i don't want to be a proud man, i just want to be a man |
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a little less like my father and more like my dad |
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i want to hunt like david |
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i want to kill me a giant man |
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i want to slay my demons |
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but i've got lots of them, i've got lots of them |
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i try to keep my conscience clean |
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i try to keep myself out of your bad dreams |
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i try to wash my hands for you every night |
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lest you find my strangling fingers wrapped around tight |
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i want to hunt like david |
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i want to kill me a giant man |
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i want to slay my demons |
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but i've got lots of them, i've got lots of them |