| Now your Father has told you
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| Son you’re naive
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| To still be out lookin'
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| For something to believe
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| The realities of power
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| Are above your ideals
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| And he sure has good reasons
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| For the way that he feels
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| For man has never hesitated
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| To do violent deeds
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| To ravage this earth
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| And take more than he needs
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| Can there be any doubt
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| To the size of his crimes
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| After all that we’ve seen
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| Within our own times
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| Oh but what kind of logic
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| In what kind of brain
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| What manner of man
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| Would think it was sane
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| What kind of soul
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| And what heart that beats
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| Would chose to kill millions
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| For an honorable peace
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| There are those who will argue
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| It’s all too complex
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| You must live past the present
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| To see it’s effects
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| As if the peasant in the fields
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| Hearing planes in the sky
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| Waits for history to tell him
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| It’s his turn to die
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| Now I’m sorry that you have to hear
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| These words tonight
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| They’re not pleasant to sing
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| They’re not pleasant to write
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| I know the tide of protest
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| Has passed us somehow
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| Oh but when do you speak out
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| If you don’t speak out now
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| Tell me
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| What kind of logic
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| In what kind of brain
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| What manner of man
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| Would think it was sane
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| What kind of soul
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| And what heart that beats
|
| Would chose to kill millions
|
| For an honorable peace
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| Tell me
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| What kind of logic
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| In what kind of brain
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| What manner of man
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| Would think it was sane
|
| What kind of soul
|
| In what heart that beats
|
| Would chose to kill millions
|
| For an honorable peace
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| Tell me
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| What kind of logic
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| In what kind of brain
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| What manner of man
|
| Would think it was sane
|
| What kind of soul
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| In what heart that beats
|
| Would chose to kill millions
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| For an honorable peace |