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Life was filled with guns and war
And all of us got trampled on the floor
I wish we'd all been rea--dy
Children died, the days grew cold
A piece of bread could buy a bag of gold
I wish we'd all been rea—dy
There's no time to change your mind
The son has come and you've been left be--hind.
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- ©1969 Beechwood Music Corp. and J.C. Love Publishing Co.
- Larry Norman
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