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There are children raised in sorrow, on a scorched and barren plain |
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There are children raised beneath the golden sun |
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There are children of the water, children of the sand |
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And they cry out through the universe, their voices raised as one |
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I want to live, |
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I want to grow |
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I want to see, |
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I want to know |
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I want to share, what |
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I can give |
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I want to be, |
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I want to live |
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Have you gazed out on the ocean, seen the breaching of a whale? |
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Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam? |
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Have you heard the song, the humpback hears five hundred miles away |
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Telling tales of ancient history, of passages and home? |
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I want to live, |
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I want to grow |
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I want to see, |
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I want to know |
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I want to share, what |
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I can give |
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I want to be, |
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I want to live |
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For the worker and the warrior, the lover and the liar |
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For the native and the wanderer in kind |
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For the maker and the user and the mother and her son |
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I am looking for my family and all of you are mine |
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We are standing all together, face to face and arm in arm |
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We are standing on the threshold of a dream |
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No more hunger, no more killing, no more wasting life away |
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It is simply an idea and |
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I know its time has come |
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I want to live, |
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I want to grow |
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I want to see, |
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I want to know |
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I want to share, what |
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I can give |
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I want to be, |
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I want to live |
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I want to grow |
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I want to see, |
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I want to know |
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I want to share, what |
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I can give |
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I want to be, |
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I want to live |
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I want to live, |
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I want to grow |
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I want to see, |
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I want to know |
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I want to share, what |
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I can give |
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I want to be, |
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I want to live |
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I want to live, |
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I want to live |
