| Trouble falls in my home
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| Troubled man, troubled stone
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| turn a mountain of lies
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| turn a card for my life
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| Man of Steel, Man of Heart
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| Tame our ways, if we start
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| To devise something more
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| Something half ways
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| Only a steel man came to recover
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| If he had run from gold, carry over
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| We celebrate our sense of each other
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| We have a lot to give one another
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| I took a bus to the lake
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| Saw the monument face
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| Yellow tides, golden eyes
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| Red and white, red and wise
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| Raise the flag, summer home
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| Parted hair, part unknown
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| If I knew what I read
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| I’ll send it half ways
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| Only a real man can be a lover
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| If he had hands to lend us all over
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| We celebrate our sense of each other
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| We have a lot to give one another
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| Took my bags, Illinois
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| Dreamt the lake took my boy
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| Man of Steel, Man of Heart
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| Turn your ear to my part
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| There are things you have said
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| Raise the boat, and raise the dead
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| If you take us away
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| Still we can say:
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| Only a steel man can be a lover
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| If he had hands to tremble all over
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| We celebrate our sense of each other
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| We have a lot to give one another
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| Only a steel man can be a lover
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| If he had hands to tremble all over
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| We celebrate our sense of each other
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| We have a lot to give one another |