| 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 I’m
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| 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 I
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| 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 |