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I see discontented faces, |
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Looking for the end, |
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Trapped up in unknown places, |
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Too old to pretend, |
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What's gone has to leave, |
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Some people never know how to let it be free, |
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Still waiting for the day, |
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When there's nothing more to say, |
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Now the sunshine is saying you should chase your chariot across the sky, |
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Oh to find out/And learn to say goodbye, |
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What's gone has to leave, |
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Some people never know how to let it be free, |
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I've got a feeling we can get along, |
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If we keep believing we don't have to belong, |
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To any colour, race or class, years of hatred could pass, |
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If only, |
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If only, |
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If only, |
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Ahhhhh, |
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What's gone has to leave, |
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Some people never know how to let it be free, |
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I've got a feeling we can get along, |
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Keep on keepin' on, |
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And make everything you feel inside stay strong, |
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Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh... |
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I've got a feeling we can get along, |
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Just keep on believing we don't have to belong, |
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Stay strong |
