Lyrics
I
have
my
thoughts
to
position
But
do
I
know
how
to
act?
I
have
no
silent
ambitions
But
does
that
make
me
a
man
Until
I
learn
all
I
can
And
mean
all
I
understand
As
a
way
of
giving
I′m
a
piece
of
the
earth
I
take
no
offence
I
can
be
who
I
am
I
have
no
pretence
Only
to
what
you
can
be
If
you
want
to
be
It's
a
way
of
living
I′ve
got
a
pen
in
my
pocket
does
that
make
me
a
writer
Standing
on
the
mountain
doesn't
make
me
no
higher
Putting
on
gloves
don't
make
you
a
fighter
And
all
the
study
in
the
world
Doesn′t
make
it
science
So
grab
a
piece
in
the
air
Try
an′
make
it
sing
Try
and
be
who
you
can
It's
the
real,
real
thing
I′m
into
what
you
can
be
If
you
want
to
be
As
a
way
of
giving
I've
got
a
pick
in
my
pocket
does
that
make
me
a
player
Words
can′t
do
- what
action
does
louder
Putting
on
gloves
doesn't
make
you
a
fighter
And
all
the
study
in
the
world
doesn′t
make
it
science
I've
got
a
pen
in
my
pocket
does
that
make
me
a
writer
Standing
on
the
mountain
doesn't
make
me
no
higher
Putting
on
gloves
don′t
make
you
a
fighter
And
all
the
study
in
the
world
Doesn′t
make
it
science
I've
got
a
pick
in
my
pocket
does
that
make
me
a
player
Words
can′t
do
- what
action
does
louder
Putting
on
gloves
doesn't
make
you
a
fighter
And
all
the
study
in
the
world
doesn′t
make
it
science
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