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Weakened knee joints Stomach flutters Shaking elbows Still demand That I ask you For an answer To the question Here at hand Why did he reach out to you just now Touch your hand and say goodbye? You can hear him Breathin’ heavy With a sound so Physical In his blue jeans He’s bow-legged And he’s stupid Like a bull Why did he reach out to you just now Touch your hand and say goodbye? How’s a man supposed to stand up so tall When he feels that he could die? Can you hear him?