| Footsteps on gravel at the neighborhood bar
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| Things start to unravel, then they go too far
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| The sound of pain written on the wind
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| Fades to grey and then goes dim
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| A boy is tied to a barbed wire fence
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| For the crows to ride and the claws to clench
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| For the sweet bouquet of blood and bone
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| To undermine the scent of collegiate cologne
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| What makes a man a man?
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| The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan?
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| It’s not who you love, but whether you can
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| What makes a man a man?
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| Who did he harm, what was the crime?
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| Did he walk too lightly, did he seem too shy?
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| Did he make them wonder deep inside?
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| Did they feel like real men when he died?
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| Did the waning moon look down from on high?
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| Did the twinkling stars try to catch his eye?
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| Did the wind caress his flesh and bone?
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| Did they leave him there to die alone?
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| What makes a man a man?
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| The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan?
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| It’s not who you love, but whether you can
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| What makes a man a man
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| Now the stars are nailed to an empty sky
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| The moon is pinned like a butterfly
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| And I’m afraid to shine too bright
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| Since the day they took his life
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| So mothers, teach your children this
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| Don’t overreach, don’t run the risk
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| Hide in the shadows, don’t expect
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| Your good heart to save your neck
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| What makes a man a man?
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| The cut of a coat, the hint of a tan?
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| It’s not who you love, but whether you can
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| What makes a man a man? |