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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Speaking out, 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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Speaking out, speaking out...
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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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These hands they never sleep.
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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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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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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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These hands they never sleep.
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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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These hands they never sleep.
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These hands they never sleep.
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Bad Bad Levi Brown
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Portugal. The Man |