| I saw two people kissing on the street today
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| Holding hands and promising there be no end
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| I saw two people hugging on the street today
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| As if there would not be another yesterday
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| And oh how they must think it is to be
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| An adult just like a kid
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| Living off my black and white
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| And adding color to my life
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| I saw a man looking at a lot today
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| Thought how he could use it in so many ways
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| Like tearing up your parking lot to build a house
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| So you’ll just have to park your
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| Volvo somewhere else
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| And oh how they must think it is
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| To be an adult just like a kid
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| Tearing up a parking lot
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| To build a home, to build a house
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| Ain’t it strange
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| I saw two people dancing in the constant rain
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| Getting soaked and doing all
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| They really can
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| Getting soaked and pretending they’re in Hollywood
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| Doing all they really can and all they could
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| But oh how they must think it’s strange
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| Standing out in the pouring rain
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| Come in where its warm and dry
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| Come in where its warm and dry
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| I saw a man singing on the street today
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| Singing songs he wrote about the ways today
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| How people walking by think he has got some nerve
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| He’s singing in the street and stting on a curve
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| But oh how they must think it is
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| To be an adult just like a kid
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| And living off black and whites
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| And adding color to my life
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| Ain’t it strange
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| Man walking plain
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| Strange all days
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| Forever way.
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| Ain’t it strange…
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| Sam White
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| Now if it is deemed necessary that I forfeit
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| My life for the furtherance of the ends of justice
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| And mingle my blood with my children, and with the
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| Blood of millions in this slave-holding country
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| Whose rights are disregarded by wicked, cruel, and
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| Unjust enactments, I say let it be done
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| -John Brown |