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The old man turned off the radio |
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Said, "Where did all of the old songs go |
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Kids sure play funny music these days |
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They play it in the strangest ways" |
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Said, "it looks to me like they've all gone wild |
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It was peaceful back when I was a child" |
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Well, man, could it be that the girls and boys |
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Are trying to be heard above your noise? |
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And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?" |
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A little boy of three sittin' on the floor |
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Looks up and says, "Daddy, what is war?" |
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"son, that's when people fight and die" |
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The little boy of three says "Daddy, why?" |
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A young man of seventeen in Sunday school |
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Being taught the golden rule |
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And by the time another year has gone around |
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It may be his turn to lay his life down |
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Can you blame the voice of youth for asking |
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"What is truth?" |
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A young man sittin' on the witness stand |
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The man with the book says "Raise your hand" |
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"Repeat after me, I solemnly swear" |
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The man looked down at his long hair |
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And although the young man solemnly swore |
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Nobody seems to hear anymore |
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And it didn't really matter if the truth was there |
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It was the cut of his clothes and the length of his hair |
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And the lonely voice of youth cries |
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"What is truth?" |
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The young girl dancing to the latest beat |
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Has found new ways to move her feet |
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The young man speaking in the city square |
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Is trying to tell somebody that he cares |
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Yeah, the ones that you're calling wild |
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Are going to be the leaders in a little while |
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This old world's wakin' to a new born day |
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And I solemnly swear that it'll be their way |
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You better help the voice of youth find |
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"What is truth/" |
