Through our eyes
We may be young, but it's true
How will the sky remain blue
with your cars, bikes and trains?
Even the youth knows you must refrain
CHORUS:
Please don’t tell us your lies
Come see the world through our eyes
You smoke cigarettes and drink your wine
expecting the youth to remain fine
With your hate, wars and divorce
you expect us to last the course
CHORUS
You take note of songs sung
By Lennon, Dylan and Neil Young
How must we still have hope
when at Woodstock you all smoked dope?
CHORUS
At night when we go to sleep
your love for us will run deep
But when we wake in the morn'
at times you wish we weren't born
CHORUS
We may be young and not schooled
How long still to be fooled?
When next in the mirror you look
why don't you read the big book?
CHORUS (x2)
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