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The eastern world |
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It is explodin' |
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Violence flaring, bullets loading |
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You're old enough to kill |
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But not for votin' |
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You don't believe in war |
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Then what's that gun you're totin' |
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When even the |
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Jordan River has bodies floating |
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But you tell me |
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Over and over and over again my friend |
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You don't believe we're on |
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The Eve of |
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Destruction |
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Don't you understand what |
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I'm tryin' to say |
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Can't you feel the fear that |
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I feel today |
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If the button i's pushed there's no running away |
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There'll be no one to save |
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With the world in a grave |
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Take a look around you boy |
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It's bound to scare you boy |
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But you tell me |
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Over and over and over again my friend |
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You don't believe we're on |
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The Eve of |
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Destruction |
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My blood's so mad |
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Feels like coagulating |
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And I'm just sitting here |
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Contemplating |
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I can't change the truth |
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It has no regulation |
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A handful of senators |
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Won't pass legislation |
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And marchers alone |
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Can't bring integration |
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When human respect |
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Is disintegrating |
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This whole damn world |
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Is too frustrating |
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But you tell me |
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Over and over and over again my friend |
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You don't believe we're on |
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The Eve of |
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Destruction |
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Think of all the hate |
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There is in |
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Red China |
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Then take a look around |
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To Selma, |
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Alabama You might leave here |
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For four days in space |
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But when you return |
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It's the same bloody place |
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The beating of the drums |
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And the pride and discgrace |
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You can bury yout dead |
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But don't leave a trace |
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And hate your next-door-neighbor |
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But don't forget to say grace |
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But you tell me |
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Over and over and over again my friend |
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You don't believe we're on |
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The Eve of |
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Destruction |
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Yeah, you don't believe we're on |
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The Eve of |
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Destruction |
