They would seek high, they would seek low
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calling their manchild as the trouble did flow
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There's always somebody to watch over me
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I'm never alone, I wish they'd leave me be
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Never alone
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I'm never alone...
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I'm just a boy, not long for this world
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I'm called Nelsito and I'm thirteen years old
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for nearly two decades this vendetta has raged
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There are no men -- I'm the last in the chain
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Last in the chain
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I'm manchild man
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Marimba sing high, marimba sing low,
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marimba sing high as the cemetery grows
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All have been wept for husbands, brothers, grandsons,
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grandfathers, nephews, cousins, uncles, fathers, and sons
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I walk in boots too big for me
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the women do cry as they watch over me
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I work at the altar, I try to be good
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but just like the others, I'll soon travel in wood
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I try to be good
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Manchild in wood
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I wait for manhood
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I'm the manchild.
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Manchild
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| The Creatures |
