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Remember The 60's - Volume 3 (32 Golden Oldies)
Disc 1
01. Venus
02. A Whiter Shade of Pale
03. Spicks and Specks
04. With a Girl Like You
05. Summer in the City
06. Lazy Sunday
07. Only the Lonely
08. Pictures of Matchstick Men
09. Lady Jane
10. She'd Rather Be With Me
11. Pretty Belinda
12. Eve of Destruction
13. Long Live Love
14. Sugar, Sugar
15. The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore
16. Here It Comes Again
Disc 2
01. Need Your Love So Bad
02. Hey Joe
03. That Day
04. Hello Josephine
05. Wooly Bully
06. Hanky Panky
07. I Only Want to Be With You
08. Waterloo Sunset
09. Bad Moon Rising
10. Bend Me, Shape Me
11. Mendocino
12. If Paradise Is Half as Nice
13. Needles & Pins
14. Simon Says
15. White Room
16. With a Little Help From My Friends
The Eastern world, it is explodin'
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'
I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
How you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

And think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
Ah, you may leave here for four days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace

And you tell me
Over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
No no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction