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I've seen your mouth moving, heard others here say, Those words are a piece of a part that you played That sounds like your father, a teacher, the church Didn't spring from the heart, but research The only way I learn is put the fist in and get burned Go get burned Old wives, mystics, hearsay Wise men, rich men, shamen and sage When you're meek on the Earth, when you die you will pay For accepting that lot, in the cheapest of graves The sexes divided, men mustn't be weak Sensitivity is a vice of which we shan't speak And women are a plaything that are just made for men To treat how the boss he respects treats him And I am going to grow up like daddy wanted me to be


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