| Benito was fifteen when he went off to college
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| I stayed home and tried to go with his best friend
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| He told me he was gonna cut my neck right across
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| Then he read Rousseau
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| Where did he go?
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| Master comes to me while I'm sleeping
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| Gives me hell for my overeating
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| Tells me how I should cut my hair
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| You think I am only dreaming
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| But I've arms of bronze and bone
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| I was born into a loving home
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| And of all the promises that I have made
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| There's one I'll never break
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| Write his name on your chest in a fever
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| Sing his song to the boats on the river
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| Heaven's number is seventy-one
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| Our work has only just begun
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| With our arms of bronze and bone
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| We will set our shoulders to the stone
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| We will lift it, we will bear it 'til our bodies
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| Our bodies break |