| You can be a better man
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| And even smile sometime
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| 'Cause when you’re angry you get tough
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| You can hurt and beat deep inside
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| And I can’t forget that night
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| You were baying, frothing
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| And I couldn’t breath
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| You, you say, you’d been lost in your way
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| And you got no preach
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| To tell you where you’re staying
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| On your knees, do you try to get in touch
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| With your God? |
| Or are you trolloping around?
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| What you’re gonna do What you’re gonna do
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| «I got no fears», I heard you telling me Weeny, weedy and weaky man over here
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| With your shady chin
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| Are you the macho myth?
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| I’m not falling under your spell, man
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| What you’re gonna do What you’re gonna do You’re flesh, blood and faith
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| It’s all I can say
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| You can be a better man for all
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| You, you say, you wanna be the best
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| But you don’t know
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| What’s going on in your head
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| With your shady chin
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| You wanna seize the day
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| But you don’t get it And try to make it your way
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| What you’re gonna do What you’re gonna do
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| «I got no sins», I heard you telling me Weeny, weedy and weaky man over here
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| Have another powder puff
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| For your dirty tan |