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Pick up the pennies from the boot
Then take the mice from the room
And wave the dog who hurts its paw
And won't be back too soon
Then daddy takes up your bed
And pets your fragile head
Now he's taking her and you were there before
And they're ringing someone home
If all the cops and robbers were replaced by the ones you adore
Then all your grief you would bequeath but in the grief you grew
Don't be vengeful, don't be rash
Black and white ain't your mast
Though I love the way you see some things
You don't suit reckoning
If all the cops and robbers were replaced by the ones you adore
Then all your grief you would bequeath but in the grief you grew
Who do you think make these?
So who do you think makes these?
Who do you think makes these rules?
If all the cops and robbers were replaced by the ones you adore
Then all your grief you would bequeath but in the grief you grew
And you still grow