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A GOOD MAN





I'm so tired 
of being a good man
I lost my right 
because I'm kind
follow my heart, 
not my mind
What should I do? 
change me? 
stop smiling, 
become harder, 
often lying
speak louder, 


I'm so tired 
of being a good man
What should I do? 
change me? 
Should I fight
for everything? 
wrong or right 
in a boxing ring
happy or sad
sing a war song
to live in peace 
must I be a king? 

I'm so tired of being a good man
but really I hate to be a bad man. 




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