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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, 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, 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 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, right on, baby |
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Mother, mother |
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There's too many of you crying |
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Brother, brother, brother |
