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Silence is a power and tool, for you, for you |
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Wild Tigers I Have Known, they see me down, messin' around. |
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You keep your heart from your chest, |
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It'll be gone, just like the rest, |
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Cause it's a man's world, say all the right words, and hold your heart from your chest, |
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The silence and the call, and their beauty, stands right and still for you. |
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Holding flames holding hands and hearts, and their bindings held tightly. |
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Lyin' in the shady grass, their teeth grinding, insight is foreign, |
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Cause it's the magic hand, that holds you gently, and turns one into man, |
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And their insight is bloody, to reach boldy, for truth spoken from mouth in his name. |
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There will be wise men singin', bringing you luck now. |
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There will be wise men singin', bringing you luck now. |
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There will be wise men, singin' bringing you luck, bringing you luck. |
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Now it's the precious end of time, hand in pocket, bright light. |
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Wild tigers I have known, they see me down messin' around. |