When girls dressed in black they all look so lonely
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and contraceptives don't get used by the horny
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you can't find the key to the door in your building
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but are you still willing
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the responsibility becomes an afterthought
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when one remembers the things that they should've bought
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there's no pretending that you forgot
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must everything in life have political ramifications
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even taking kids on vacation or having a simple operation
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but my friend Billy told me that sometimes
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it takes a grown man a long time to learn
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just what it takes a child a night to learn
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and my son proved his words
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Water pistol man full of ammunition
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squirtin' at fires on a worldwide mission
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but did you ever think to stop to squirt
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the flowers in your own backyard
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for all my faux pa's I never said excuse me
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was the simplest things that always confused me
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I never stopped I never looked both ways
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must it always a tug of love between friends and work
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hope to learn the meaning of the word jerk
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before it happens to a rope round my neck
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let's build a bigger telescope
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so that we can see things more up close
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farther away from where we really are
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I was up the whole night before
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reading books about places I'll probably never go
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and those aren't good things to know about
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when I feel with my heart, I know in my mind
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I should say with my lips
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but don't does that make you feel upset?
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I should know that the power of one man seems like a small squirt
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when he aims at the flames of the whole earth
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but the fire starts at home...
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Water Pistol Man
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| Michael Franti & Spearhead |
