| Can you hear a dripping sound?
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| That’s the leaky sink of change
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| It’s a drip drip drip
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| That no handyman can fix
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| For we shall not be ignored
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| Till our honor is restored
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| And our basement is flooded with justice
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| Soon the Raging Waters
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| Will crash upon the shore
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| When we sing of «Raging Waters»
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| It’s not just a metaphor
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| What we mean is it’s also
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| A water park in San Dimas
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| But that set aside
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| It’s not what we are marching for
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| Can you hear a trickling sound?
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| That’s the Faulty Faucet of Truth
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| It’s a drip drip drip
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| That will make you go
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| «What is that?»
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| We shall not be denied
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| Till we restore our pride
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| And then we’ll all go to Raging Waters!
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| And we’ll ride Dr. Von Dark’s Tunnel of Terror!
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| Good idea, Baldwin Park!
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| Yeah!
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| For we have had enough
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| Of Hollywood stealing our water
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| They’re probably using it
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| To make party drugs and Oscars
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| Our precious water shouldn’t be
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| Funneled to celebrities
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| No more water for
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| B.J. Novak’s ecstasy factory
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| What?
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| Can you hear a trickling sound?
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| That’s the chinky shower of glory
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| A drip drip drip
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| That will keep you up all night
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| And then you’ll be late for work
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| And you won’t be able to focus
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| And you’ll come home to a basement
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| That’s been flooded
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| Flooded with Justice
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| You ready?
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| Well, back to the old ecstasy factory… Excuse me… |