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oh naïve little me asking what things you have seen you're vulnerable in your head you'll scream and you'll wail till you're dead creatures fade by night following things that aren't right and they're tired and they need to be lead they'll scream and they'll wail till they're dead but give me to a rambling man let it always be known that i was who i am beaten, battered, and cold my children will live just to grow old but if i sit here and weep i'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze and the weak need to be lead and the tender i'll carry to their bed and its a pale and cold affair i'll be damned if i'll be found there by someone you don't want to be oh give me to a rambling man let it always be known that i was who i am oh give me to a rambling man let it always be known that i was who i am From Letras Mania