| 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 was the simplest things that always confused me 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 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… |