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For What It's Worth (by Stephen Stills)

There's something happening here

What it is ain't exactly clear

There's a man with a gun over there

Telling me I got to beware

 

I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound

Everybody look what's going down

 

There's battle lines being drawn

Nobody's right if everybody's wrong

Young people speaking their minds

Getting so much resistance from behind

 

It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound

Everybody look what's going down

 

What a field-day for the heat

A thousand people in the street

Singing songs and carrying signs

Mostly say, hooray for our side

 

It's s time we stop, hey, what's that sound

Everybody look what's going down

 

Paranoia strikes deep

Into your life it will creep

It starts when you're always afraid

You step out of line, the man come and take you away

 

We better stop, hey, what's that sound

Everybody look what's going down

Stop, hey, what's that sound

Everybody look what's going down

Stop, now, what's that sound

Everybody look what's going down

Stop, children, what's that sound

Everybody look what's going down

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