The Nagging Doubt
Just waitin for the people to cry
Just waitin for the people to say goodbye,
I hear freedom’s whisper in the street
I hear the marching band’s drum beat,
Young men sent to the desert to try
Young men looking death in the eye,
Talk of revolution in the student’s seat
Talk of the rally where the people meet,
At the rally people scream and shout
At the rally I have a nagging doubt.
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