| A little older, a little bolder
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| And still I shoulder this obsession
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| And what’s the use?
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| Is it my curse or just a crutch?
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| Are these the words I’ve never heard?
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| Is this my song or my confession?
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| Am I the man nobody can touch?
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| There for the taking, my heart is breaking
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| I don’t know how or what to give her
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| So all I gave was all I had
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| It wasn’t much
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| But as I lay there in my weakness
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| Said the sweetness in her whisper:
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| «Behold the man nobody can touch»
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| If it’s a lie then I’m living it
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| Still I grow tired of forgiving it
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| Was that the sentnce?
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| Was I the jury or the judg?
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| Cause I’m no good at picking winners
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| The messiahs from the sinners
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| I’m just a man nobody
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| I’m just a man nobody
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| I’m just a man nobody can touch |