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Blending his grin into a sneer |
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Up to his neck in ancient shit |
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He'd make a real good military beast |
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But I'm afraid that's about it |
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Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out |
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Angry boy |
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(Angry boy) |
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He would rather kill than find a cure for it |
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Poor boy |
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But she'll lay you down, hold you close |
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'Neath her wings it's alright, she'll take care of you |
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He stopped looking up at what might have been |
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He left no room to turn around and change |
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He's waiting for the panic to set in |
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He's hunting around for pain |
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Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out |
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Angry boy |
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(Angry boy) |
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He would rather kill than find a cure for it |
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Poor boy |
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But she'll lay you down, hold you close |
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'Neath her wings it's alright, she'll take care of you |
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He's got soft words, well, he will slug you with |
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But she'll lay you down, hold you close |
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'Neath her wings it's alright |
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(It's alright, it's alright) |
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But she'll lay you down, hold you close |
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'Neath her wings it's alright |
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(It's alright, it's alright) |
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But she'll lay you down, hold you close |
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Beneath her wings it's alright |
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(It's alright, it's alright) |
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But she'll lay you down, hold you close |
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'Neath her wings it's alright, she'll take care of you |
