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Frank Black lyrics : "Lone Child"

I don't like you much
I am like a wolf
I'm not full of your hate

I'm full of my grace
See here my face
I am a king


See the empty stage
See there's nothing there

Save your ounce of despair
Your once wasted air
Your devil-may-care poisonings


Lone child, born wild
No childish things

Lone child, born wild
No tribal strings


I'll be moving on, creeping off the stage
I'll be tearing you out, tearing you down
I'm growling now in the wings


Lone child, born wild
No childish things

Lone child, born wild
No tribal strings


(Thanks to Chris for these lyrics)

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