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So they say I am a man today, Way past twenty-one. I've seen my days of anguish, Had my share of fun. I've been a doggy on a ladder. I've been a monkey on a string. Seen big business go down, Seen how a prince becomes king. Now I know its a cliche', But I don't know who I am. It doesn't really matter none, Any day I'll make my stand.      I look you straight in the eye,      Let you know I'm still alive.      Pull back your chair girl      And walk this way.      I'm a man today hey hey. They built Fort Green in Brooklyn On a pile of prisoner's bones. Stand still, listen closely, you can Still hear those old bones moan. I'm a man that likes these old stories Likes to sing them from a stage. On the side I do some honest work For little to no wage. I've been lonely on the train tracks, And I've made a little love And there even was a time When I spoke to God above.      I look you straight in the eye,      Let you know I'm still alive.      Pull back your chair girl      And walk this way.      I'm a man today hey hey. I wish I was a headlight, On a Northbound train. I wish there were a warrior's blood Running through my veins. But Shame sits on my shoulder And He whispers in my ear. He says you never really knew her She isn't worth your tears. I wish there was a woman Who only knew my name, A child to tend the fire and burn The whole world in one flame.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
They Say I'm A Man Today
So they say I am a man today, Way past twenty-one. I've seen my days of anguish, Had my share of fun. I've been a doggy on a ladder. I've been a monkey on a string. Seen big business go down, Seen how a prince becomes king. Now I know its a cliche', But I don't know who I am. It doesn't really matter none, Any day I'll make my stand.      I look you straight in the eye,      Let you know I'm still alive.      Pull back your chair girl      And walk this way.      I'm a man today hey hey. They built Fort Green in Brooklyn On a pile of prisoner's bones. Stand still, listen closely, you can Still hear those old bones moan. I'm a man that likes these old stories Likes to sing them from a stage. On the side I do some honest work For little to no wage. I've been lonely on the train tracks, And I've made a little love And there even was a time When I spoke to God above.      I look you straight in the eye,      Let you know I'm still alive.      Pull back your chair girl      And walk this way.      I'm a man today hey hey. I wish I was a headlight, On a Northbound train. I wish there were a warrior's blood Running through my veins. But Shame sits on my shoulder And He whispers in my ear. He says you never really knew her She isn't worth your tears. I wish there was a woman Who only knew my name, A child to tend the fire and burn The whole world in one flame.
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39/M/American
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
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