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My my its your ironside
Mmmmmm thats you
Oh oh youve got a lot to give
Yes yes youre true
Well, dont need a horse to hold me
Dont need no automobile
When you are what you are
Then there aint no dream they could steal (that could)
Im walking up to you
Youve got me holding your hand
Im not a foreigner no no no
Im just a man you made (memory)
Carpenters are all around
Making shoes to walk the ground