Yesterday I met the postman
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Bringing packages from England
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I smiled as to not provoke him
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Then asked "What's up with the gun, man?"
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Its been so hot in here for days
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The ice creams melting
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Given the means and the ways
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The sex is helping
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I lost directions to the microwaving meals
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And my Captain & Tenelle
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"Now I try to keep my head above my shoes
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Especially in front of new wave Hair-Do's"
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A dying man said to me
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With his dead lips
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Selling crack in Eubonics
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As not to offend or annoy
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Or strike a bad note
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As not to damage or destroy
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Or say a bad word
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I gave directions to the nearest Coffee Shop
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So maybe he'd stop, so maybe he'd stop
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Wake up World it's time to go
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'Cause this life can bring you down, so down
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Wake up World it's time to go
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And turn around the opposite way
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Are you man enough to take the blame for this
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-repeat-
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Placing The Blame
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Self |