Tom: Bm
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Water may stop warmth, this do not forget
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When things become too warm make them a little wet
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And douse them with a mouthful, put the baby down
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Clean the earth surrounding and cause the warm to drown
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And introduce to every soul a drink made of tears
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Hear them bicker, watch them die impaled on balsa spears
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And looking in the morning the streets are flooded out
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The men are wailing toothless, the ladies ghostly pout
And they shout :
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Our shoes are wet, our skin is cold
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And we no longer fear the voices of the brave or bold
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Making what is to come clear
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Well, future is diminished by what today we did
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We wetted warmth and killed it and in the water hid
