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The Clothes Don't Make The Man

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Introdução:

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My brother's got a black an' white picture
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With numbers 'cross his chest
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An' he'll do 15 more years if his behavior stays at it's best
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He took the blame to save his best friends name
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    In a job that went bad   down in Birmingham
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Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit cause he knows that clothes don't make the man
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Two cells down from where my brother lays his head
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The walls that go Amazing Grace an' quotes of scriptures that man once read
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When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys that did not understand
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But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold
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But The Clothes Don't Make The Man
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Designer names
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Rips and stains
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Shouldn't tell you who I am
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Cause sometimes angels hide their wings
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An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
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Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man
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They all laughed an called him names when he said that he was sent to be their king
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You don't even own a home
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You've got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet
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Stripped of his pride
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He was crucified
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On a cross with nails of hatred in his hands
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But he rose from the grave in 3 days
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Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man
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Designer names
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Rips and stains
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Shouldn't tell you who I am
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Cause sometimes angels hide their wings
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An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
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Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man

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Designer names
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Rips and stains
                       F             Am7     D 
Shouldn't tell you who I am
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Cause sometimes angels hide their wings
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An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
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Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man
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They don't make the man
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They don't make the man
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They don't make the man
Woo...
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Whoa, don't make the man
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Don't make the man, yeah
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                  Ohh...
Yeah-eahh...