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i met a man who was half as tall |
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in his mind then against the wall |
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he was standing on his knees |
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i met man who was half as wise |
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in his mind and in his eyes |
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they were bloodshot from all he'd seen |
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when the words that we hear |
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echo through the years |
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when the thoughts that we've wrought |
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take root in our hearts |
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when the echo's of doubt creep up and out of your mouth |
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won't you bury them six feet under |
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i met a man who was half as bold |
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in his heart than what his muscles could show |
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he was weak in the knees |
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i met a man who was half as rich |
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in his heart than what his income could fix |
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wash it out, this tide is cleansing |
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it's pouring in and the water's rising |
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flowing in, your voice changing |
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hear it out and the sound is deafening |
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you're twice as strong. you're twice as bold |
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no more believing what you've been told |
