| I was sharp as brambles
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| Strong as oak
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| When you killed my mother fox
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| She was twitching, mangled
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| Still in smoke
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| When you pushed me into your box
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| And then you taught me all your language and legends and laws
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| Then you sent me to a school, told me not to shout
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| Put a knife and a pencil in my champion claws
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| Your doctors poked in my ears and mouth
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| But I bare my teeth 'cause
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| Your talk ain’t my talk
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| And I bend my knees 'cause
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| Two legs ain’t my walk
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| You can call me feral, call me wild
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| But don’t you ever call me son
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| I am running back to the trees tonight
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| And I can’t be the only one
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| We did the talk show circuit
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| I wore a suit
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| Yes I was groomed for the daytime crowd
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| They called me a foxhole hermit
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| They called me cute
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| How I made you captors proud
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| Until the vein on the neck of that TV hostess
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| Rushed like a river beneath spring ice
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| She asked my name, I said «I'm ferocious»
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| You dragged me away, sayin' «just play nice»
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| But I bare my teeth 'cause
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| Your talk ain’t my talk
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| And I bend my knees 'cause
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| Two legs ain’t my walk
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| You can call me feral, call me wild
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| But don’t you ever call me son
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| I am running back to the trees tonight
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| And I can’t be the only one
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| I can see all that you overlook and I can hear
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| How the pace of your breathing is showing your fear
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| And the white of your eyes is the color of prey
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| But I ain’t gonna eat you, I’ll just get away
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| It’s a horrid noise, listen to yourself
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| It’s a human glare, it’s a human smell
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| It’s a city of rot, if you look and see
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| But I’ll choke your plans for me
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| When I bare my teeth 'cause
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| Your talk ain’t my talk
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| And I bend my knees 'cause
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| Two legs ain’t my walk
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| You can call me feral, call me wild
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| I am not your shining son
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| I am running back to the trees tonight
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| Running back to the trees tonight
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| Straight on into wilderness
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| And I can’t be the only one |