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How is there going to be peace / When there is no justice? Oh no, oh / How is there going to be peace / When there is no justice? Oh no, oh
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Our coming-of-age has come and gone / Suddenly this summer, it’s clear / I never had the courage of my convictions / As long as danger is near
Peace will come to me / Peace will come to me / I’m leaving bitterness behind / This time I’m cleaning up my mind
There’s a place that I know, where the sycamores grow / And daffodils have their fun / Where the cares of the day seem to slowly fade away / And the glow of the evening sun