| I know things are different then they were in '65
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| When the music came from the heart and kept our thoughts alive
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| With the songs we were singing we tried to change the world
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| Oh, how can we sing our songs
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| We marched on alabama, we died in ohio
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| We were the restless generation and now we’re in control
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| Of the younger ones, who are hungry for things of this world
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| Oh, how can we sing our songs
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| Let us sing our songs the way they’re meant to be
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| Our troubles and trials in three-part harmony
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| The road is paved with gold, if you do all that you’re told
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| Oh, how can we sing our songs
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| Now we are older and we’ve raised our families
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| And our young sons are reaching out for something they can’t see
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| They can’t hear it on the radio or watchin' mtv
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| Oh, how can we sing our songs
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| Let us sing our songs the way they’re meant to be
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| Our troubles and trials in three-part harmony
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| The road is paved with gold, if you do all that you’re told
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| Oh, how can we sing our songs
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| How much do we compromise in what we want to say
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| How much creativity did we loose along the way
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| We tried to shape the world like a sculptor with one hand
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| Oh, how can we sing our songs
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| Let us sing our songs the way they’re meant to be
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| Our troubles and trials in three-part harmony
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| The road is paved with gold, if you do all that you’re told
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| Oh, how can we sing our songs
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| How can we sing our songs |