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If I knew what to paint, I wouldn’t paint a thing
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If I knew just who to love, I wouldn’t love anyone
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And if there weren’t swords to wield
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it might not be such a sport
Am Em
a sport this, a sport that
Am Em
I sport shorts, while you sport warts
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little invented bumps to trip over when the going’s nice
Am Em
a battle here, a battle there
Am Em
the sordid freedom of war
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we wouldn’t want to get bored.
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cause if we knew just what to do
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and had some time to brew upon
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just where we can put our swords
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we might have to glance inside ourselves
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and find a bigger war and we
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wouldn’t want to see the scores
Am Em
our judges have awarded us
Am Em
based on the stink of reflection
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the shear fear of our purpose
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we hadn’t thought to determine before
Am Em
as our instincts had us peeing rings
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to mark our sacred territory
G Am
taking claim to our rights and bitches.
C D D
accusing strays of being witches
G Am
it’s a great release of the tension caused by
C D D
having a pension for owning it all
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I repeat that I am lis tening
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but if you tell me what to think
Am Em
I won’t know just what to think
Am Em
I’ll wonder why you think you know
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cause I know that if I knew
Am Em
what to think I couldn’t think a thing
Am Em
cause I know that if I knew
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what to think I couldn’t think a thing
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I probably wouldn’t think a thing
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I probably wouldn’t think a thing
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and if I knew just what to paint
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I wouldn’t paint a thing
Am Em
and if I knew just who to like
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I’d hate everyone else.
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I think I’ll claim to know nothing
Am Em
and listen while you shrink the world
Am Em
into a little ball I’ll try not to make a stink
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while you wash it down your sink.