If I were a bear, I'd be the greatest of all
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With a speech like god so dark and foreboding
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Standing up tall from the top of that hill
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I¡¯d growl up your fears from down below
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They¡¯re restless spinning around
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Twisting hungry spitting tongues are restless
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In the form of the god that¡¯s speaking out
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Laying bricks, growing walls, clicking stone
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And the sound that's awful in our ears
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Forcing sprouts and speaking out
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Like a carpenter
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Like these weathermen
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Like my brother
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These hands they never sleep
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Like the foundation
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Like the frames that meet
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Like these builders
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If I were a god I'd be the greatest of all
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With a speech so soft that loud it would kill you
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Standing up tall from the top of that hill
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I'd shout out commands to down below
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They are restless tangled mess protests burned
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And ears that bleed in rivers through the pipes
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That heat your homes and families¡¯ plates
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Bad, Bad Levi Brown
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| Portugal. The Man |
