| What have they done to the birds and the bees?
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| Cradle was dropped, the nest make believe
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| And they’re selling their souls for the purpose of losing it all
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| What have they done to the cracks in the walls?
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| The world has been painted to cover it all
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| And everyone’s afraid to admit that they’re getting old
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| Oh my Lord, I’m told
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| What have they done to the revolution?
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| They call it a war and claimed it was useless
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| The voice of the ages will never be heard quite the same
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| What have the done to the innocent mind?
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| They spoiled and twisted the truth into lies
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| And all of the peace lovers are having to draw up their swords
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| Oh my Lord, I’m torn
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| If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just that I’m born
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| What have they done to Jesus' life?
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| They’re making it cruel, say it’s a lie
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| They still ask for His peace cause they feel inside
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| What have they done with the 2000 years?
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| Made history into a faithful fear
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| The cracks don’t expire just 'cause the surface is dry
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| Oh my Lord, I’m tired
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| If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just my desire
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| If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just what I’ve seen
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| If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just in between |