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