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The beast in me |
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Is caged by frail and fragile bars |
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Restless by day |
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And by night rants and rages at the stars |
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God help the beast in me |
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The beast in me |
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Has had to learn to live with pain |
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And how to shelter from the rain |
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And in the twinkling of an eye |
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Might have to be restrained |
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God help the beast in me |
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Sometimes it tries to kid me |
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That it's just a teddy bear |
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And even somehow manage to vanish in the air |
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And that is when I must beware |
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Of the beast in me that everybody knows |
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They've seen him out dressed in my clothes |
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Patently unclear |
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If it's New York or New Year |
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God help the beast in me |
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The beast in me |
