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Minutes turn to hours, counting seconds tick away. |
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Another day tomorrow, tomorrow's just another day. |
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Days turn into years, and time goes by, over and over, |
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Again and again, and then, years turn into decades. |
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Decades. Start another decade, times ten. |
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Ten decades, one hundred years. |
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Ten decades. |
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And the first ten started going so much faster, |
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Than the whole one hundred years before. |
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And the second ten we started fighting. |
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We fought the war to end all wars. |
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So somebody named the twenties roaring, |
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And in the thirties we fought some more. |
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And the fighting went on and on (and on); |
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Nobody could stop it (stop it, stop it) |
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So somebody built a bomb (bomb); |
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All you had to do was drop it (drop it), right or wrong. |
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They dropped it; they dropped it. |
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And toward the end of the forties, after the storm, |
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I was born. |
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I am calling, across a field, from far away, far away. |
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This is my calling song; |
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I am worried, |
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I am concerned. |
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There are reasons, can't be explained. |
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And there are questions, that have no answers. |
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That's the reason |
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I want to know: how long, how long, can this go on? |
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I want to know how long, how long, |
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When so many things happen, nothing gets done. |
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So many wars, no one ever won one, and no one ever will, |
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No one ever will. |
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I am calling, this is my calling song. |
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And the fifties were the best |
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I guess, except for the fighting |
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And the sixties were unrest, oh yes, we went to the moon. |
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We had hopes, we had dreams, |
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And sometimes late at night it still seems like, |
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Camelot. And the seventies lasted 'til |
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May. And on the hill, that day, |
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I gave up and started writing |
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Decades. And the eighties were a waste of time, and here we are, in the nineties! |
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Nine in a row, one more to go, oh! |
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Over and over, again and again. |
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One hundred years; ten years times ten. |
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So many things happened, nothing got done. |
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So many wars, no one ever won one. |
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Decades, decades |