| I’ve got a clear spot, a devilish psalm
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| But nobody’s home to fix the alarm, no
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| Disgruntled woman, enchanted stains
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| We’re tempted by God but nothing remains
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| Hey boys, we speak better than young men
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| But will be better than an old man, honey, you’ll see
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| Hey boys, we speak better than young men
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| But will be better than an old man, honey, you’ll see
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| My faith is hungry like a whale frozen toes
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| Steal cap fingers and nobody knows
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| It’s raining concrete, a tunnel wind blows
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| Stones on my column, the path that I chose
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| Hey boys, we speak better than young men
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| But will be better than an old man, honey, you’ll see
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| Hey boys, we speak better than young men
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| But will be better than an old man, honey, you’ll see
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| Hey boys, we speak better than young men
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| But will be better than an old man, honey, you’ll see
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| You ain’t better than the rest
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| You ain’t better than the rest
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| You ain’t better than the rest
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| You ain’t better than the rest
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| You ain’t better than the rest
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| You ain’t better than the rest
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| You ain’t better than the rest
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| Better than the rest
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| Hey boys, we speak better than young men
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| But will be better than an old man, honey, you’ll see
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| Hey boys, we speak better than young men
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| But will be better than an old man, honey, you’ll see
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| Hey boys, we speak better than young men
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| But will be better than an old man, honey, you’ll see
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| Hey boys, young men, old man, you’ll see |