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Meet me at the water's edge tonight |
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Running out of places to hide |
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You say that these are nothing more than words |
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But they're all words from old songs |
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Junior was a champion dancer |
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Mama couldn't make him stay |
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If he comes back with both his legs then |
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I'm Sure he's gonna dance again |
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All this talk of war |
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Is it everyday |
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Hatred resides in a fitful mind and |
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I Don't want to live that way |
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You leave between the stepping stones of life |
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Be careful not to slip now |
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You're too young to die |
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Your blood is full of energy |
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There's fire in your eyes |
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But these people aren't your enemy |
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The truth gets disguised |
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Junior was top of his class |
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Said he'd be a doctor one day |
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Bullet in the spine |
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Now he's paralyzed |
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And he ain't ever gonna walk again |
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All this talk of war |
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Is it everyday |
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Now it's raging inside |
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And the bullets are flying |
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Can't find a good enough reason why |
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So many colors in this world |
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And all of them are beautiful |
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So many colors in this world |
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And all of them are beautiful |
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Don't make your mind a prison cell |
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Don't make your mind a prison cell |
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Don't make your mind a prison cell |
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Don't make your mind a prison cell |
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You have no right to play god |
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You have no right to play god |
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So meet me at the water's edge |