| When I was just a little boy, me and my father
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| Would go out back and play a little game of cops and robbers
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| One day he cocked the gun and pointed at my mom and shot her
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| And I cried and cried with laughter after I realized it was just water
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| But things have changed now, the world just ain’t the same now
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| We’re frightened but we need to be enlightened, use our brain now
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| People pointing fingers, trying to find someone to blame now
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| Ashamed how the game of cops and robbers ain’t a game now
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| These ain’t water guns
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| And please save all our sons and daughters
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| What we fighting for?
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| Cause these ain’t water guns
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| Water guns, no more
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| Look around, tell me how we ever got here
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| We fightin' hard, but the reasoning is not clear
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| Stop here, where is the love if it’s not here
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| The solution to not getting shot here is not fear
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| And we can fly away on a balloon to another land
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| Or we can make this home, find another plan
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| Too much blood on these yellow brick streets
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| And history repeats until we can finally hold our brother’s hand
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| These ain’t water guns
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| And please save all our sons and daughters
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| What we fighting for?
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| Cause these ain’t water guns
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| Water guns, no more
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| So take my hand in your hand
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| And let’s stand if we can
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| Pray for all the fallen ones
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| These ain’t (these ain’t)
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| These ain’t water guns
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| These ain’t water guns
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| And please save all our sons and daughters
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| What we fighting for?
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| Cause these ain’t water guns
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| Water guns, no more
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| Do you hear them?
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| These ain’t water guns no more |