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I've got a little bag of marbles and a catapult |
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Wound around my fingers and I feel very small |
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But I could make myself big if I wanted to |
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There is nothing courageous about anything I do |
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I'm trying to balance on an upturned mail crate |
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As I fumble with my catapult |
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And my hands are trembling as I try to aim it |
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But every Goliath has its David |
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And I know Kung Fu |
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And I'm not afraid of you |
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'Cause I might be small |
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But I'm not a coward |
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I've got puppy powers |
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That I'm not afraid to use |
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My fists are balled up in the pockets of my anorak |
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And I've got a peashooter hidden behind my back |
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All I need to do is sit and wait to be attacked |
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If I thought that it would make me happy then I would |
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Tie a handkerchief to a stick and surrender |
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But that isn't what I want to |
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I will never live up to my expectations |
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Every Goliath has its David |
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And I know Kung Fu |
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And I'm not afraid of you |
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'Cause I might be small |
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But I'm not a coward |
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I've got puppy powers |
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That I'm not afraid to use |
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And I know Kung Fu |
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And I'm not afraid of you |
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'Cause I might be small |
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But I'm not a coward |
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I've got puppy powers |
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That I'm not afraid to use |
