| Well, I wish that life could be a little different for me,
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| But that may never be possible,
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| But I can dream
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| Like riding a horse,
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| Mining some oars,
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| building a house,
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| and crafting a sword,
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| Feeling the warmth of the sun on my head,
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| I wish that I could be a human instead,
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| A human instead,
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| And not be used to make bread,
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| and go out in the sun and not be dead,
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| And sleep in a bed,
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| Well it’s not my fault I’m made a little violent, ya see,
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| And when you hear arrows come flying,
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| «I'm deeply sorry»
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| It’s out of my hands, I’ve got no control
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| It’s in my code, if you didn’t know,
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| I’m supposed to be mean, and shoot at your head,
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| Honestly I’d rather be,
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| A human instead,
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| A human instead,
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| Not be used to make bread,
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| Not go in the sun and be so dead,
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| And sleep in a bed,
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| I’m not the only one who wishes to be human,
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| The creeper has waited forever, Don’t forget the zombie-pigmen,
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| Maybe if I wait right here, until there is a new sun,
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| I’ll burn alive an then respawn,
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| Onlt this time as a humans,
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| «Skelly, I have heard,»
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| «Your words have touched my heart»
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| Now I’m a human instead,
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| Yah, I’m a human instead,
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| I’ll be the the one making bread,
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| I’ll go outside and not be dead,
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| And sleep in my b- |