| Silence is a power and a tool for you, for you
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| Wild tigers I have known
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| They see me down, messin' around
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| You keep your heart from your chest
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| It’ll be gone just like the rest
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| 'Cause it’s a man’s world
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| Say all the right words
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| And hold your heart from your chest
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| The silence and the call
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| And their beauty stands right and still for you
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| Holding flames, holding hands and hearts
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| And their bindings held tightly
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| Lyin' in the shady grass, their teeth grinding
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| Insight is foreign
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| 'Cause it’s the magic hand that holds you gently
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| And turns one into man
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| And their insight is bloody
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| To reach boldly for truth spoken from mouth in his name
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| There will be wise men singin', bringing you luck now
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| There will be wise men singin', bringing you luck now
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| There will be wise men singin', bringing you luck, bringing you luck
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| Now it’s the precious end of time
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| Hand in pocket, bright light
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| Wild tigers I have known
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| They see me down messin' around |