| I killed a man cause he killed my goat
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| I put my hands around his throat
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| He tried to reason with the sky and the clouds
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| But it didn’t matter, cause they can’t hear a sound
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| Oh oh, oh oh oh
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| It’s just the curl of the burl
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| It’s just the curl of the burl
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| That’s just the way of the world
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| It’s just the curl of the burl
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| Splinters in my skin just like needles and pins
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| I cut through the pine, love the feeling it gives
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| But I’ll never die, running through these streets
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| I’m using my hands, cutting through the disease
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| Oh oh, oh oh oh
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| It’s just the curl of the burl
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| It’s just the curl of the burl
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| That’s just the way of the world
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| It’s just the curl of the burl
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| I feed the powerless
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| Chew it up, spit the rest
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| I feed the powerless
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| Chew it up, spit the rest
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| It’s just the curl of the burl
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| It’s just the curl of the burl
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| That’s just the way of the world
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| It’s just the curl of the burl
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| Oh oh, oh oh oh
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| Oh oh, oh oh
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| Oh oh, oh oh oh |