| The eastern world is explodin'
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| Violence flarin' and bullets loadin'
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| You’re old enough to kill but not for votin'
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| You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin'
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| And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'
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| And you tell me over and over and over again my friends
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| How you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
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| Well can’t you see what I’m trying to say?
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| Can’t you feel the fear I’m feeling today?
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| When the button is pushed, there’s no running away
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| There’ll be no one to save when the world is a grave
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| Take a look around you, boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy
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| And you tell me over and over and over again my friends
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| How you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
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| Yeah, you tell me over and over and over again my friends
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| How you don’t see we’re on the eve of destruction
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| Well, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin'
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| I’m sittin' here, I’m contemplatin'
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| You can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation
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| And a handful of Senators don’t pass legislation
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| One march alone can’t bring integration
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| And human respect is just disintegratin'
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| Human respect is just disintegratin'
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| And you tell me over and over and over again my friends
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| How you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
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| Yes, you tell me over and over and over again my friends
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| How you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
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| Think of all the hate there is in Red China
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| Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
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| Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space
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| But when you return, it’s the same old place
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| Oh, the poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
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| You can bury your dead, yeah, but don’t leave a trace
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| You hate your next-door neighbour, but you still stay grace
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| You hate your next-door neighbour, but you still stay grace
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| Then you tell me over and over and over again my friends
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| How you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction
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| Yeah, you tell me over and over and over and over again
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| My friends
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| How you don’t see we’re on the eve of destruction
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| Oh, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction |