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I don't wanna have kids, only to have them find out
That daddy's not a real man, no daddy's not a real man.
What kind of loving girl could ever respect me,
I don't respect myself, so why should anybody else?
Cause I'm not a real man and I'll never be.
I'm not a real man and will I ever be?
I'm not a real man and I'll never be.
I'm not a real man and will I ever be?
What is a real man and who is he?
What is a real man and where is he?
What is a real man and where has he been hiding all this time?
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
It's okay to feel frightened all the time.
Someone tell me that I'm alright,
It's okay to not know what to do with your life.
So, lie with my limbs in a knot,
And cover my face and head,
Think about all the shit I only think about in bed.
Cry but don't fall asleep,
Numb myself so I can't think,
Pull the covers off, and come back from the dead.
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
It's okay to feel stupid all the time.
Someone tell me that I'm alright,
It's okay to not know what to do with your life.
So keep your chin up, kid,
We don't want you kicking the bucket,
It's to hard live but it's easy to die.
So keep your chin up, kid,
We don't want you kicking the bucket,
It's hard to be happy, but it's easy to lie.
Cause I'm not a real man and I'll never be.
I'm not a real man and will I ever be?
I'm not a real man and I'll never be.
I'm not a real man and will I ever be?
What is a real man and who is he?
What is a real man and where is he?
What is a real man and where has he been hiding all this time?
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
Fatigue will kill you, but it likes to take its time.
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
Fatigue will kill the real American boy.
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
Fatigue will kill you, but it likes to take its time.
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
Fatigue will kill the real American boy.
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
Fatigue will kill you, but it likes to take its time.
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
Fatigue will kill the real American boy.
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
Fatigue will kill you, but it likes to take its time.
So, someone tell me that I'm alright,
Fatigue will kill the real American boy.
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