| When it first happened
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| He heard laughing
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| The words trapped in
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| The absurd action turned as curd does
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| Ask him
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| Air sour shared in a shower of stares
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| The power to dare
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| A coward to devour a hare
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| Wearing a sheep’s skin
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| He peeks in and sees the company that keeps him
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| Blunted on the hunt they seek weak men
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| Running on the train for the hundreds and change
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| With money to claim
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| Let’s see them take it from me again
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| On the weak end
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| Say you will
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| I’ll believe you can help me survive
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| My excuses
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| Say I can
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| And remind me that I’m still a man
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| A man
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| A man with choices
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| With his brim slanted
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| His slim standing grinning within
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| Handed his jim to the kid at the window
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| Implanted
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| Sin branded his kin
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| A lantern as dim
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| As the answers we spin on CNN
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| What are we here for
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| Call him a friend when it calls you again
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| The drawls we defend falling to the floor on our men
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| The porn
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| Or the pen writing on the walls we suspend
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| We tell ourselves we’ll never do it again
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| On the weak end
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| Say you will
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| I’ll believe you can help me survive
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| My excuses
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| Say I can
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| And remind me that I’m still a man
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| A man
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| A man with choices
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| Now I don’t know what’s more useless
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| The truth when it’s truth-less
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| The youth’s only enemy
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| Wasted energy and excuses
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| Always with somebody to blame
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| In a lottery sorry you’re the only body to claim
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| Now there the proof is
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| Now tell me where the roof is
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| I’ll tare a hole in it before I ever leave my true friends
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| And don’t even question me on family
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| The weak end can’t handle me |