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We Never WinHe's a manic boyLooks a lot like me Looks a lot like me And he shares the blame With a younger face It's hard and rushed to see And it's hard for us to see But I can tell Is it cold enough Does it chatter your teeth And the wind won't set you free And it never has Like an old time revival Shake your hands, and shake your hips Put up all my armour Let me stand bear, with just two fists |