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Well most would call me young

But I’m old far beyond my years

The sheep hasn’t seen or felt

My blood, my pain or my tears

I’ve seen my heroes slain

And I have watched my brothers die

Few can understand the pain

Few can hear my cry

I can take everything that they got

They’ll never strike me down

My foe can take his best shot

But I will always be around

I’m living outside of the lines

Above their society

I’m living in spite of their crimes

They’ll never be rid of me