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Hey Little Bruiser |
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In no time you'll be filling my boots |
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you're a cocksure rooster |
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that keeps all his chickens in the coop |
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but I gotta say the apple don't fall far from the tree |
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you got the good bits from your mother |
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and the bad parts from me |
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Hey little Bruiser |
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are you Ferdinand in the bullfight |
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or caveman with a computer |
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destroying everything in sight |
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but I gotta say that the apple don't fall far from the tree |
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you got the good bits from your mother |
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and the bad parts from me |
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let no man be your keeper |
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they hide secrets in their eyes |
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where would we be without the dreamers |
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that pay no heed to good advice |
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hey little bruiser |
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you made it to the 12th round |
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you can stand as my accuser |
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if I let the good ship run aground |
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but I gotta say that the apple don't fall too far from the tree |
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you got the good bits from your mama |
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and the bad parts from me |
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Let no man be your keeper |
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they hide secrets in their eyes |
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where would we be without the dreamers |
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that pay not heed to good advice |
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Let no man be your keeper |
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there are those that worship fear |
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what would we be without the dreamers |
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so when you wake up I am here |
