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I keep kicking at the curb with my worn out shoes
I keep running into strangers that say "I know you"
I don't want to be a proud man, I just want to be a man
A little less like my father and more like my dad
I want to hunt like David
I want to kill me a giant man
I want to slay my demons
But I've got lots of them, I've got lots of them
I try to k-k-k-keep my conscience clean
I try to k-k-k-keep myself out of your bad dreams
I try to wash my hands for you every night
Ooh!
Lest you find my strangling fingers wrapped around tight
I want to hunt like David
I want to kill me a giant man
I want to slay my demons
But I've got lots of them, I've got lots of them
I want to hunt like david
I want to kill me a giant man
I want to slay my demons
But I've got lots of them, I-I-I-I-I
I want to hunt like David
I want to kill me a giant man
I want to slay my demons
But I've got lots of them, I've got lots of them
I-I-I-I-I
I've got lots of them
