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I wouldn't sell my belt to industry |
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So they carded me and they carted me off |
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Naked but that belt around my waist |
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It was my father's once, I still see his face |
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I said whoa, they carted me off |
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Yeah, whoa, they carded me |
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But I managed to escape the good gendarme |
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I fled through field and farm, stripped of natural charm |
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Naked but that belt I wear so well |
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Past the pyramids and the liberty bell |
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I said whoa, they carted me off |
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Yeah, whoa, they carded me |
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Hey, this is something I have to do for myself |
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Yeah, this is something I have to do for myself |
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I have to for myself |
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I have to for myself, yeah, yeah |
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I ignored the sheep and shepherds on my way |
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What can their small words say when they say them that way? |
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Bathed in sweat, feathered as a crow |
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I laid a beating on the sleet and snow with my frostbitten toes |
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I remained unrecognized in my hometown |
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Beneath my monstrous gown of feather and down |
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But I gathered up an army made of those |
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Who aimed to shake them from their repose |
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And we took up weapons, yeah |
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And we took off our clothes |
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And we took up weapons, yeah |
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And we took off our |
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Hey, this is something I have to do for myself |
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Yeah, this is something I have to do for myself |
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I have to for myself |
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I have to for myself, yeah |
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So what say you and all your friends |
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Meet all of my friends in the alley tonight? |
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What say you and all your friends |
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Step up to my friends in the alley tonight? |
