| I would know who roars mostly like the beast
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| Going out to hunt and then back to feast
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| I consider you, I consider you
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| I consider you
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| From your hill of beans I will sit and roar
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| Thinking to myself: What are you waiting for?
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| I consider you, I consider you
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| I consider you
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| Let’s go tonight, let the beast run a mile
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| With the dogs and the cattle, let’s go
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| I know you said it’s like a heel to the head
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| Or a girl in your bed and in your arms
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| Curiousity you do not know
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| But with a gang of me you’ll be on your toes
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| I consider you, I consider you
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| I consider you
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| For a bit of skirt you do go my way
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| Singing to the sky, oh like a bird of prey
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| I consider you, I consider you
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| I consider you
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| Let’s go tonight, to let the beast run wild
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| With the dogs and the cattle, let’s go
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| I know you’ve said, it’s like a heel to the head
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| Or a girl in your bed and your arms
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| For the butter on your bread, for the dying and the dead
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| For your cheeks turning red, let’s go
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| Let’s go tonight, let the beast run a mile
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| With the dogs and the cattle, let’s go |