| A new day’s a comin' first sight of the sun It’ll shine like a beacon on
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| whoever shall love While sweet baby Jesus rides the wing of a dove
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| Now our color filled country is a giant strip mall It’s a joke in the men’s
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| room misspelled on the stall
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| But when it’s all over, ain’t no colors anyway Like an old silent movie,
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| only black, white and gray
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| Lay down your swords, boys, lay down your guns A new day’s a comin' first sight
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| of the sun
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| It’ll shine like a beacon on whoever shall love While sweet baby Jesus rides
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| the wings of a dove
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| Well the bad guys are gone, boys
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| We run most of them down
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| When we flattened the hillsides
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| And we pummeled the ground
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| And speaking on bombs, boys
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| You’d better believe
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| That it’s better to give boys
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| Than it is to receive
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| Lay down your swords, boys
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| Lay down your guns
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| A new day’s a comin' first sight of the sun
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| It’ll shine like a beacon on whoever shall love
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| While sweet baby Jesus rides the wings of a dove
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| Now Old Glory’s still flyin', just like before
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| And your kids ain’t believin' in nothin' no more
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| And you can’t really blame 'em
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| Same shit we were fed
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| From the pages of schoolbooks
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| To the Bibles we read
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| Lay down your swords, boys, lay down your guns
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| A new day’s a comin' first sight of the sun
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| And it’ll shine like a beacon
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| On whoever shall love
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| While sweet baby Jesus rides the wings of a dove |