| All babies together, everyone a seed
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| Half of us are satisfied, the other half in need
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| tarnished by our greed
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| Oh, when will there be a harvest for the world?
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| A nations planted so concerned with gain
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| As the seasons come and go, we won’t wait in vain
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| Far too many feeling the strain
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| Oh, when will there be a harvest for the world?
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| Harvest, harvest
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| Harvest, harvest
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| Harvest, harvest
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| Harvest, harvest
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| Dress me up for battle when all I want is peace
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| Those of us who pay the price and come home with the least
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| And nation after nation turning into beast
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| Oh, when will there be a harvest for the world?
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| When will there be a harvest
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| When will there be a harvest
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| When will there be a harvest |