| Mother, mother
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| There’s too many of you crying
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| Brother, brother, brother
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| There’s far too many of you dying
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| You know we’ve got to find a way
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| To bring some lovin' here today — Ya
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| Father, father
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| We don’t need to escalate
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| You see, war is not the answer
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| For only love can conquer hate
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| You know we’ve got to find a way
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| To bring some lovin' here today
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| Picket lines and picket signs
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| Don’t punish me with brutality
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| Talk to me, so you can see
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| Oh, what’s going on
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| What’s going on
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| Ya, what’s going on
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| Ah, what’s going on
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| In the mean time
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| Right on, baby
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| Right on
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| Right on
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| Father, father, everybody thinks we’re wrong
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| Oh, but who are they to judge us
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| Simply because our hair is long
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| Oh, you know we’ve got to find a way
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| To bring some understanding here today
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| Oh
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| Picket lines and picket signs
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| Don’t punish me with brutality
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| Talk to me
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| So you can see
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| What’s going on
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| Ya, what’s going on
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| Tell me what’s going on
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| I’ll tell you what’s going on — Uh
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| Right on baby
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| Right on baby |