Nation To Nation All The World Must Come Together
Face The Problems That We See
Then Maybe Somehow We Can Work It Out
I Asked My Neighbor For A Favor She Said Later
What Has Come Of All The People
Have We Lost Love Of What It's About
I Have To Find My Peace Cause No One Seems To Let Me Be
False Prophets Cry Of Doom What Are The Possibilities
I Told My Brother There'll Be Problems,
Times And Tears For Fears,
We Must Live Each Day Like It's The Last
Go With It Go With It Jam
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't Too Much
It Ain't Too Much For Me To Jam
It Ain't
It Ain't Too Much Stuff
It Ain't Don't You
It Ain't Too Much For Me To
The World Keeps Changing
Rearranging Minds And Thoughts
Predictions Fly Of Doom
The Baby Boom Has Come Of Age
We'll Work It Out
I Told My Brothers
Don't You Ask Me For No Favors
I'm Conditioned By The System
Don't You Talk To Me
Don't Scream And Shout
She Pray To God, To Buddha
Then She Sings A Talmud Song
Confusions Contradict the Self
Do We Know Right From Wrong
I Just Want You To Recognize Me In The Temple
You Can't Hurt Me
I Found Peace Within Myself
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