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[Man] |
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Be careful my son there's a bear |
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there in the clearing, |
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I taught you what you need to know, |
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this time it's your turn. |
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Come down now and sneak through the grass, |
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slowly get closer, |
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don't ever lose sight of your prey, |
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don't make any noise, |
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feel the wind blowing |
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and breathe in the wild |
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in sweet harmony. |
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Every fighter knows |
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that his chances are stronger |
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when peace lies within |
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Go! |
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Well you made the bear run away, |
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you're injured and dirty, |
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Why didn't you listen to me? |
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Do you ever learn? |
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[Daltor] |
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But father it wasn't my fault, |
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I did what you told me, |
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I followed your every advice, |
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look what they got me! |
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Maybe it's time to admit that you are worthless, |
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you're grey and you're old. |
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I don't wanna hunt with you ever again, |
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will you leave me alone? |
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[Storyteller] |
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In Daltor's flaming heart |
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when judgement falls apart, |
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resentment runs like a river that flows out of its bed, |
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infectious makes him lie, |
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disown his blood ties, |
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disgrace the holy bond of family. |
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[Daltor] |
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My words resound in my head, |
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I'm incredibly sad and ashamed at the same time. |
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[Storyteller] |
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Running fast between the oaks, |
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sliding down the slopes, |
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Daltor leaves the forest and heads to his father. |
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[Daltor] |
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I'm rushing to get back home, |
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I can't wait to see him, |
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I want to look straight in his eyes, |
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and apologize. |
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I hope he'll forgive my contempt, |
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I'm so unworthy. |
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Oh father please open the door! |
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Oh please let me in! |
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You can't leave me outside just let me explain, |
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I'm breaking in! |
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Oh my god he's hanging down from the ceiling! |
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Oh why! Tell me why! |
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[Storyteller] |
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In Daltor's flaming heart |
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when judgement falls apart, |
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resentment runs like a river that flows out of its bed, |
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infectious makes him lie, |
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disown his blood ties, |
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disgrace the holy bond of family. |
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In Daltor's aching heart, |
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as his world falls apart, |
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despair grows faster than weeds on sunny summer's day, |
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it feeds upon his guilt, |
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for he has to be |
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the new king of the West |
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and be brave |
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and pretend |
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for no one has to know |
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it was his fault! |