| If I became a beast, no more a man
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| The only way to freedom in this land, I
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| Roam the streets with nothin' in my hands
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| Nothin' left to steal, all I’d have is me, oh
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| Would not need to try and hold my dignity
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| Would not have these lies hangin' over me
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| Would not need to fight for what belongs to me
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| I would have it all in my own mind, all mine
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| What about the man without his tools?
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| Surely he’s a beast, if just as useless
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| With no wheel and no spear and no fire
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| (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
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| Yeah
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| If I became a beast, no more a man
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| No wait, no wait, if I became a ghost, no more a soldier, soldier
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| Would I still wait for our war to be over?
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| If there’s nothin' left to give that could kill me
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| Is that true peace? |
| Tell me
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| If I must wield a sword, no more a pen
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| Would I still be the same man in the mornin'?
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| Will power overwhelm me? |
| Or its absence make me bend?
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| It all depends on my mind’s eye in the sunrise
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| What about the man without his tools?
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| Surely he’s a beast, if just as useless
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| With no wheel and no spear and no fire
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| (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
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| Yeah
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| Fire
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| Oh, fire
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| Yeah, fire
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| Woah, woah, fire
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| Yeah, yeah, fire
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| What about the man without his tools? |
| (Fire)
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| Surely he’s a beast, if just as useless (Fire)
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| With no wheel and no spear and no fire
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| (Woah, woah, woah, woah, fire)
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| What about the man without his tools? |
| (Fire)
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| Surely he’s a beast, if just as useless (Fire)
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| With no wheel and no spear and no fire (Fire)
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| Woah, yeah
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| (Woah, woah, woah, woah, fire) |