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Blowin’ in the Wind by Bob Dylan
ReplyDeleteHow many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned
(Refrain):
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
Pretending that he just doesn’t see
(Refrain)
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take ‘til he knows
That too many people have died
(Refrain)