| 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
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| Father, father
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| We don’t need to escalate
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| Because 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 understandin' here today
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| Picket signs, brother
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| Picket lines, brother
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| Don’t come to me, brother
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| With brutality, sister
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| 'Cause talk to me, sister
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| And you will see, sister
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| Oh, what’s goin' on, what’s goin' on
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| What’s goin' on, what’s goin' on
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| What’s goin' on, what’s goin' on
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| Yeah, what’s goin' on
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| Father, father
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| 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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| You know we’ve got to find a way
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| To bring some lovin' here today
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| With picket sign, brother
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| And picket line, brother
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| Don’t come to me, brother
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| With brutality, sister
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| 'Cause talk to me, sister
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| And you will see, sister
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| Oh, what’s goin' on, what’s goin' on
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| Oh, what’s goin' on, what’s goin' on
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| Oh, what’s goin' on, what’s goin' on
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| I’ll tell you what’s goin' on
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| What’s goin' on, please tell me |