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I have my thoughts to position |
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But do I know how to act? |
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I have no silent ambitions |
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But does that make me a man |
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Until I learn all I can |
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And mean all I understand |
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As a way of giving |
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I'm a piece of the earth |
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I take no offence |
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I can be who I am |
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I have no pretence |
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Only to what you can be |
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If you want to be |
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It's a way of living |
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I've got a pen in my pocket does that make me a writer |
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Standing on the mountain doesn't make me no higher |
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Putting on gloves don't make you a fighter |
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And all the study in the world |
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Doesn't make it science |
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So grab a piece in the air |
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Try an' make it sing |
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Try and be who you can |
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It's the real, real thing |
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I'm into what you can be |
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If you want to be |
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As a way of living |
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I've got a pick in my pocket does that make me a player |
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Words can't do - what action does louder |
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Putting on gloves doesn't make me a fighter |
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And all the study in the world doesn't make it science |