| The eastern world it is explodin',
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| Violence flarin', 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, what’s that gun you’re totin',
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| And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
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| But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
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| Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
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| Don’t you understand, what I’m trying to say?
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| Can’t you feel the fears that I’m feeling today?
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| If the button is pushed, there’s no running away,
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| There’ll be no one to save with the world in 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 friend,
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| Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
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| Yeah, my blood’s so mad, feels like coagulatin',
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| I’m sittin' here, just contemplatin',
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| I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
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| Handful of Senators don’t pass legislation,
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| And marches alone can’t bring integration,
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| When human respect is disintegratin',
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| This whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
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| And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
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| Ah, 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 your return, it’s the same old place,
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| The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
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| You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace,
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| Hate your next-door-neighbour, but don’t forget to say grace,
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| And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
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| you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
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| you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction. |