| They say a boy becomes a man
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| At the early age of six
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| But I’m not
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| But I’m not
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| I think I’m not strong enough
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| To chip the stone
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| With my hands
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| With my hands
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| Those wings are wounded to fly away
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| Away from this place
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| I Realized I tried it out, but I couldn’t take off
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| Off From this place and it’s dirt
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| My games and toys are replaced
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| For shovels and dark coal
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| Black dust mine
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| Black dust mine
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| Why some men think that
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| We were born to do their work
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| Mountain top
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| Mountain top
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| Those wings are wounded to fly away
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| Away from this place
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| I Realized I tried it out, but I couldn’t take off
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| Off From this place and it’s dirt
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| It’s true that men become old
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| When your bones are aged ten
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| And I’m old
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| And I’m old
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| Why some men think that
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| We were born to do their work
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| Mountain top
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| Mountain top
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| Those wings are wounded to fly away
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| Away from this place
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| I Realized I tried it out, but I couldn’t take off
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| Off From this place and it’s dirt
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| Those wings are wounded to fly away
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| Away from this place
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| I Realized I tried it out, but I couldn’t take off
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| Off From this place and it’s dirt
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| Away from this place
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| Away from this place |