| It’s the way you love every living thing
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| It’s the way you’ll cry when the bad guy wins
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| It’s those deep brown eyes that can see through sin
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| To a hurt person that you understand
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| It’s the way you’ll ask me the question, «Why?»
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| Why is it so blue?
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| Why’s it called a sky?
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| Why do rich men feast while we’re scraping by?
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| Why am I alive?
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| Mama said
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| «The world can’t change for you, my girl
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| But you can change the world»
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| Mama said
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| «The world can’t change for you, my girl
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| But you can change the world»
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| It’s a noble thing to show up for change
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| I was in the streets when I was 'bout your age
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| I know it seems like we turned a page
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| Just to turn it back again
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| But I see the flowers growing
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| Where they never grew before
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| And there used to be a brick wall
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| Where there’s now an open door
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| Mama said
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| «The world can’t change for you, my girl
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| But you can change the world»
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| Mama said
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| «The world can’t change for you, my girl
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| But you can change the world»
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| If you can imagine it then it can happen
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| If you can imagine it then it can happen
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| If you can imagine it then it can happen
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| If you can imagine it then it can happen
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| Change the world
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| Change, change the world |