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Black boy in Chicago, playin' in the street |
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Not enough to wear, not near enough to eat |
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But don't you know he saw it, on that July afternoon |
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Saw a man named Armstrong, walk upon the moon |
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Young girl in Calcutta |
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Barely eight years old |
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The fly's that swarm the market place |
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Will see she don't grow old |
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But don't you know she heard it |
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On a July afternoon |
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Heard a man named Armstrong |
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Walk upon the moon |
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River's getting dirty |
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The wind in getting bad |
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War and hate are killing off |
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The only earth we have |
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But the whole world stopped to watch it |
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On that July afternoon |
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Watched a man named Armstrong |
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Walk upon the moon |
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And I wonder if a long time ago |
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Somewhere in the universe |
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They watched a man named Adam |
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Walk upon the earth |
