When she was a baby girl they gave her a doll
And they gave him a motor car and a tiny soldier boy
And they sent them out in the day's sun to play
And what they'd become would take many years to make.
Chorus
In the war of conditioning, where they never use a gun
They only use people who fit in their plan
And those by the wayside have a long way to go
It's just not proper to stray from the foe.
Then they took away her doll and they gave her a home
And they took away his motor can and gave him a gun
And they sent them out in the day's sun to run
Running away from what they had become.
Then they took away her home and they gave her a rocking chair
And they took away his gun and they gave him a walking cane
And they sent them out in the day's sun to mourn
Mourn for a freedom that they'd never known.
And they gave him a motor car and a tiny soldier boy
And they sent them out in the day's sun to play
And what they'd become would take many years to make.
Chorus
In the war of conditioning, where they never use a gun
They only use people who fit in their plan
And those by the wayside have a long way to go
It's just not proper to stray from the foe.
Then they took away her doll and they gave her a home
And they took away his motor can and gave him a gun
And they sent them out in the day's sun to run
Running away from what they had become.
Then they took away her home and they gave her a rocking chair
And they took away his gun and they gave him a walking cane
And they sent them out in the day's sun to mourn
Mourn for a freedom that they'd never known.
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