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You didn’t just grant me lessons You gave me first hand experience You raised me above other sons And it never did make much sense, I was no prodigy, No young Heracles, Going the distance Bringing new hope For your great resistance Just a hungry child Who you left to the wild -He's never forgotten The aches of first begotten.
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Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 6:53 PM UTC
1st Hand.
You didn’t just grant me lessons You gave me first hand experience You raised me above other sons And it never did make much sense, I was no prodigy, No young Heracles, Going the distance Bringing new hope For your great resistance Just a hungry child Who you left to the wild -He's never forgotten The aches of first begotten.
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Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 6:53 PM UTC
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