Lyrics

Mother, mother There's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother, there's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way to bring some lovin' here today, yeah! Picket lines and picket signs, don't punish me with brutality; ta
Writer(s): Alfred Cleveland, Marvin Gaye, Renaldo Benson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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