| There are children raised in sorrow
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| On a scorched and barren plain
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| There are children raised beneath a golden sun
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| There are children of the water
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| Children of the sand
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| And they cry out through the universe
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| Their voices raised as one
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| I want to live I want to grow
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| I want to see I want to know
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| I want to share what I can give
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| I want to be I want to live
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| Have you gazed out on the ocean
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| 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 I want to grow
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| I want to see I want to know
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| I want to share what I can give
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| I want to be 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
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| 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
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| No more wasting life away
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| It is simply an idea
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| And I know its time has come
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| I want to live I want to grow
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| I want to see I want to know
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| I want to share what I can give
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| I want to be I want to live |