| I am simple, I am honestly bland
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| I am the leader of a few good men
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| I am buried in another’s yoke
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| I am calm, only my failure makes me choke
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| My retribution for my sin was to hand
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| Handing over all my lovers intent
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| A man of work has no time to share
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| His heart embossed on his calloused feet and hands and hair
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| If not your place to speak then don’t waste your voice
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| It’s not your right to ask and hell it’s not your choice
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| If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here
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| There are things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone
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| I found comfort on the page of a psalm
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| Close your mouth boy just hum along
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| I was born in that reproach
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| Don’t speak hate so I spoke with yes and no’s
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| I loved the way the children always ask why
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| Call and return, maybe to pass the time
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| So I was wrong in my approach
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| Be a child for as far as you can go
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| If not your place to speak then don’t waste your voice
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| It’s not your right to ask and hell it’s not your choice
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| If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here
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| There are things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone
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| Nothing is sweeter than the fruit that holds tight
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| Tight through the wind and all the creatures at night
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| But I love the fallen seeds
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| Premature and always in some kind of need
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| I told you nothing was safe
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| My plans to stay and behave
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| They’re all just tentative
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| Don’t be, don’t be so damn sensitive
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| And when you ask me to stay
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| Pleading hearts tend to stray
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| This plan is my hateful heart
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| I was born this way, I’m not just playing a part
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| If not your place to speak then don’t waste your voice
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| It’s not your right to ask and hell it’s not your choice
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| If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here
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| There are things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone
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| Things I can never be for anyone
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| Things I can never be for anyone |