(Aaron Tippin/Philip Douglas/Kim Williams)
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Each time the good Lord makes a man
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He always breaks the mold
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So it sure does raise a flag for that
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Rebel in my soul
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When some phony carbon copy says
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I'm the black sheep of the fold
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Well, this is what I tell' em
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When I tell 'em where to go
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If you trim yourself to fit the world
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There won't be nothin' left
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Just a little here and a little there
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Till you won't know yourself
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You'll be a pile of shavings
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When they put you in your grave
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If you trim yourself to fit the world
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You'll whittle yourself away
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I could change to fit his world
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But I just ain't that kind
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Some sell their soul for the easy road
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The devil's always buying
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I can't count the ones I've known
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Who fell right into line
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Now they walk around with their heads hung down
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They've got no piece of mind
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If you trim yourself to fit the world
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There won't be nothin' left
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Just a little here and a little there
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Till you won't know yourself
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You'll be a pile of shavings
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When they put you in your grave
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If you trim yourself to fit the world
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You'll whittle yourself away
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So before you sign that dotted line
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Or do something that you'd rather not
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Before you compromise your stand
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Friend, let me tell you what
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Don't let the crowd get so loud
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You can't hear your conscience speak
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'Cause I'm willing to bet that you'll soon regret
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That you sold yourself so cheap
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If you trim yourself to fit the world
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There won't be nothin' left
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Just a little here and a little there
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Till you won't know yourself
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You'll be a pile of shavings
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When they put you in your grave
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If you trim yourself to fit the world
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You'll whittle yourself away
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If you trim yourself to fit the world
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You'll whittle yourself away
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Trim Yourself To Fit The World
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| Aaron Tippin |
