| I’m a bad dream
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| I’m not a nightmare, I’m too goody for that
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| Let’s just say I’m the last thing you wanna see coming
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| I’m the reason they say watch your back
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| For so long, I was like a wounded hound
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| Backed into a chainlink fence
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| The world at large was just a big, mean kid
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| Poking me through the fence with a stick
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| Ain’t nobody goin' back
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| It takes a whole lotta hurt
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| Therein lies one of life’s biggest lessons
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| Ain’t got nothin' to do with deserve
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| Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes
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| Now it’s a cruel world
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| But it ain’t hard to understand
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| You got your sheep, got your shepherds
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| Got your wolves amongst men
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| It can be hard to tell
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| You might find a wolf in shepherd’s clothes
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| And now and then you’re gonna find sheep
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| In amongst all those troubled souls
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| You know the folks that’s most afraid of the wolf
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| If you really stop and think
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| Throughout time, between a wolf and a shepherd
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| Who do you think has killed more sheep?
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| Nah, there’s nothing can be done
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| It’s just the way it goes
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| First you get bad, then you get mean
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| Then there’s nothing left but to grow cold
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| And pray to the Saint of Lost Causes
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| Some will say I’ve got no feeling
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| No heart, and surely no shame
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| Truth is that this has been with me so long
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| That I, I must admit I kinda like the pain
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| How many encounters do you ever have
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| But again, how many wolves you ever seen?
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| You got about as much chance of seeing one of them
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| As you do running into me
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| Still take nothing for granted
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| Might live on the best block in Beverly Hills
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| Be sure you lock up tight at night
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| 'Cause you know poor folks ain’t got nothing to steal
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| Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes |