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The old man turned off the radio |
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Said where did all of the old songs go |
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Kids sure play funny music these days |
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They play it in the strangest ways |
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Said it looks to me like they've all gone wild |
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It was peaceful back when I was a child |
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Well man could it be that the girls and boys |
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Are trying to be heard above your noise |
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And the lonely voice of youth |
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Cries what is truth |
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A little boy of three sitting on the floor |
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Looks up and says daddy what is war |
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Son that's when people fight and die |
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The little boy of three says daddy why |
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Young man of seventeen in Sunday school |
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Being taught the golden rule |
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And by the time another year has gone around |
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It may be his turn to lay his life down |
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Can you blame the voice of youth |
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For asking what is truth |
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Young man sitting on the witness stand |
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The man with the book says raise your hand |
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Repeat after me I solemnly swear |
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The man looked down at his long hair |
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And although the young man solemnly swore |
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Nobody seems to hear anymore |
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And it didn't really matter |
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If the truth was there |
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It was the cut of his clothes |
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And the length of his hair |
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And the lonely voice of youth |
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Cries what is truth |
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The young girl dancing to the latest beat |
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Has found new ways to move her feet |
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The young man speaking in the city square |
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Is trying to tell somebody that he cares |
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Yeah the ones that you're calling wild |
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Are going to be the leaders in a little while |
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This old world's waking to a new born day |
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And I solemnly swear that it'll be their way |
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You better help that voice of youth |
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Find what is truth |
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And the lonely voice of youth |
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Cries what is truth |
