| Here’s a big, strong man
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| A man of pure integrity
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| But underneath I know
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| That he is weaker than me
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| Well you can hear me tell him
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| That he holds it on so strong
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| But inside he’s ready to blow
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| It’s loaded like a memory
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| And this feeling is more than ever and it comes in slow-mo
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| I’m a little bit surer than hopeful
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| I Got a little bit silly in my youth
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| And I could have been a bigger man
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| Smaller, well at least I’m not tainted like you
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| This beauty’s fine she’s a call of my disgrace
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| She make you do anything you would
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| You could but I’m a little bit dim
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| A wee bit crazy in my youth
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| And I’ma little bit strange
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| But oh that’s better than to be you
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| I’m a little bit surer than hopeful
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| I Got a little bit silly in my youth
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| And I could have been a bigger man
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| Smaller, well at least I’m not tainted like you
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| And I could have been a bigger man-Smaller
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| And I could have been a bigger man-Smaller
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| I Got a little bit silly in my youth
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| And I could have been a bigger man-Smaller
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| And I could have been a bigger man-Smaller
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| I Got a little bit sille-sille-sille-sillyee… |