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The | Eastern world | it is ex | plodin’, | violence flarin’ and | 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, but’s | 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 o | ver again my fr | iend, |
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Ah, yo | u don’t believe we’re | on the Eve of De | struction. |
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Don’t you understand what I’m | tryin’ to | say? | Can’t you feel the fear that I’m | feelin’ t | oday? |
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If the | button is pushed there’s no | running a | way, |
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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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But you | tell me, | over and | over and o | ver again my fr | iend, |
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Ah, yo | u don’t believe we’re | on the Eve of De | struction. |
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My | blood’s so mad feels | like coagu | latin’, | I’m sittin’ here | just contem | platin’ |
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You | can’t twist the truth it | knows no regu | lation, and a | handful of Senators don’t | pass legis | lation. |
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Marches alone can’t | bring inte | gration, when | human respect is | disinte | gratin’. |
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This whole crazy world is | just too frus | tratin’. |
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But you | tell me, | over and | over and o | ver again my fr | iend, |
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Ah, yo | u don’t believe we’re | on the Eve of De | struction. |
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Think of all the hate there | is in Red | China, then | take a look around to | Selma, Ala | bama! |
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You may leave here for | four days in | space, But | when you return, it’s the | same old | place. |
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The | pounding drums, the | pride and dis | grace, you can | bury your dead, but don’t | leave a | trace, |
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Hate your next door neighbor, but | don’t forget to | say grace. |
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But you | tell me, | over and | over and o | ver again my fr | iend, |
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Ah, yo | u don’t believe we’re | on the Eve of De | struction. |