from Unreleased
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You must know someone like him
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He's strong and tall and lean
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His body like a greyhound
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And his mind so sharp and keen
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But his heart just like a laurel
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Grew twisted on itself
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'Til almost everything he did
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Brought pain to someone else
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Chorus:
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'Cause it's not just what you're born with
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It's what you choose to bear
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It's not how much your share is
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But it's how much you can share
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And it's not the fights you've dreamed of
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But those you really fought
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It's not just what you're given
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It's what you do with what you've got
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Now between those who use their neighbor
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And those who use a cane
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Between those in constant power
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And those in constant pain
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Between those who run to evil
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And those who cannot run
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Tell me which ones are the cripples
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And which ones touch the sun
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Chorus
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For what's the use of two strong legs
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If you only run away
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And what good is the finest voice
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With nothing good to say
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And what good is strength and muscle
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If you only push and shove
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What's the use in two good ears
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If you can't hear those you love
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Chorus
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What you do with what you've got
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¨Ï David Wilcox, all rights reserved
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It's What You Do With What You've Got
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| David Wilcox |
