| Always been like my mother
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| Now I act like my father
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| Ask myself in the mirror
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| «Tell me, what kind of man are ya?»
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| 'Cause growing up is a crossroad
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| Of what bloodline to follow
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| When the truth rings so hollow
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| Then what kind of man are ya?
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| Tell me, what kind of man turned you into who you are?
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| What kind of man are ya?
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| And what kind of man made you think that you’re a god?
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| What kind of man are ya?
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| I’ve been taught to get tougher
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| That’s called society offer
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| Not to cry when I suffer
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| 'Cause then what kind of man are ya?
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| Tell me, what kind of man turned you into who you are?
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| What kind of man are ya?
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| And what kind of man pulls his gun to prove he’s God?
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| What kind of man are ya?
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| What kind of man? |
| (What kind of man?)
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| What kind of man? |
| (What kind of man?)
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| When they’re wrong but your guard is breaking (What kind of man?)
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| Then what kind of man are ya?
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| Tell me, what kind of man turned you into who you are?
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| What kind of man are ya?
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| And what kind of man made you think that you’re a god?
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| What kind of man are ya?
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| And what kind of man turned you into who you are?
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| What kind of man are ya?
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| And what kind of man pulls his gun to prove he’s God?
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| What kind of man are ya? |