| Sometimes I know I become
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| All that’s weak in a man, and weak in a boy
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| But I keep trying and I won’t quit
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| And that must be worth something more
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| Than a strong man who believes
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| That there’s nothing left to try for
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| And I can be cold, I know, I know
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| But a woman is a warm breath on the back of your neck
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| And a warm belly pressed against yours
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| We need to feel the sum of all our parts
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| Are more than what’s laid out in lines upon our palms
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| Although our hands aren’t tied, we move as though they are
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| There’s one house in every town that everyone fears
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| And everyone steers clear
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| And I don’t wanna live like that
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| I’d rather live somewhere more like you
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| By the sea, where the cliffs keep sentry
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| Watching over me
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| And it can get rough out there I know
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| But a woman is a sail that remains unfurled
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| So stay ahead of the wind, man, or you won’t catch her
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| We need to feel the sum of all our parts
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| Are more than what’s laid out in lines upon our palms
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| Although our hands aren’t tied, we move as though they are
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| Until we’re bound by branching out
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| Sometimes I know where I am
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| And what I’m doing, and what things might become
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| But that always seems such a fleeting state
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| For the remainder of the time I feel like I am a babe in the woods,
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| howling for deliverance
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| And I can be cold, I know, I know
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| But a woman is a warm breath on the back of your neck
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| And a warm belly pressed against yours |