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Who's going to tell her to stop drawing?
Who's gonna tell him to stop playing?
Who's gonna tell that kid to stop thinking?
Who's gonna tell that mom to stop dreaming?
Who's gonna tell me to stop hearing?
Who's gonna tell you to stop being?
Who's gonna tell that lady to stop believing?
Who's gonna tell us to stop remembering?
Who's gonna tell that asshole to stop beeping?
Who's gonna tell your mother to stop conceiving?
Who's gonna tell me to stop needing?
Who's gonna tell you to stop wanting?
Who's gonna tell that girl to stop flaunting?
Who's gonna tell that dog to stop taunting?

And who are you?

Who's gonna tell them to stop laughing?
Who's gonna tell that cat to stop hacking?
Who's gonna tell my dad to stop working?
Who's gonna tell my friends to stop nerping?
Who's gonna tell my family to stop praying?
Who's gonna tell God to stop Satan?
Who's gonna tell that bum to stop reaching?
Who's gonna tell me to stop preaching?

And who are you?
And who are you?
And who are you?

I say watch the sun go, you just watch him skip throw.
She sits on the beach but nervously wants to go -
out into the ocean with the tides and winds
fort lounge winds.