| I know what you think in the morning,
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| When the sun shines on the ground,
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| And shows what you have done
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| It shows where your mind has gone,
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| And you swear to your parents,
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| That it will never happen again,
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| I know, I know what that means, I know
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| That you all have guns,
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| And you never put the safety on,
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| And you all have plans,
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| To take it, don't take it,
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| Don't take it, take it, take it.
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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| Guns for hands, yeah!
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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| Guns for hands, yeah!
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| Let's take this a second at a time,
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| Let's take this one song, this one rhyme,
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| Together let's breathe,
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| Together, to the beat,
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| But there's hope out the window,
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| So that's where we'll go,
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| Let's go outside and all join hands,
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| But until then you'll never understand
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| That you all have guns,
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| And you never put the safety on,
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| And you all have plans,
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| To take it, to take it,
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| Don't take it, take it, take it.
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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| Guns for hands, yeah!
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| We've turned our hands to guns, trade in our thumbs for ammunition,
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| I must forewarn you of my disorder, or my condition,
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| ‘Cause when the sun sets, it upsets what's left of my invested interest,
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| Interested in putting my fingers to my head.
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| The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids,
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| Fused at the wrist, I simply tell them they should shoot at this,
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| Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, it's,
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| Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist.
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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| Guns for hands, yeah!
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep,
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| But I can't, but I can't when you all have
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| Guns for hands, yeah! |