| I’ve got a little bag of marbles and a catapult
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| Wound around my fingers and I feel very small
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| But I could make myself big if I wanted to
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| There is nothing courageous about anything I do
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| I’m trying to balance on an upturned milk crate
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| As I fumble with my catapult
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| And my hands are trembling as I try to aim it
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| But every Goliath has its David
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| And I know kung fu
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| And I’m not afraid of you
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| 'cause I might be small
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| But I’m not a coward
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| I’ve got puppy powers
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| That I’m not afraid to use
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| My fists are balled up in my pockets of my anorak
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| And I’ve got a peashooter hidden behind my back
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| All I need to do is sit and wait to be attacked
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| If I thought that it would make me happy then I would
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| Tie a handkerchief to a stick and surrender
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| But that isn’t what I want to do
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| I will never live up to my expectations
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| Every Goliath has its David
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| And I know kung fu
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| And I’m not afraid of you
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| 'cause I might be small
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| But I’m not a coward
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| I’ve got puppy powers
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| That I’m not afraid to use
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| I’m trying to balance on an upturned milk crate
|
| As I fumble with my catapult
|
| And my hands are trembling as I try to aim it
|
| But every Goliath has its David
|
| And I know kung fu
|
| And I’m not afraid of you
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| 'cause I might be small
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| But I’m not a coward
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| I’ve puppy powers
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| That I’m not afraid to use |