| I want to live in the world,
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| not inside my head
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| I want to live in the world,
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| I want to stand and be counted
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| With the hopeful and the willing
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| With the open and the strong
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| With the voices in the darkness
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| Fashioning daylight out of song
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| And the millions of lovers
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| Alive in the world
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| I want to live in the world,
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| not behind some wall
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| I want to live in the world,
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| where I will hear if another voice should call
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| To the prisoner inside me To the captive of my doubt
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| Who among his fantasies harbors
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| the dream of breaking out
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| And taking his chances
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| Alive in the world
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| To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
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| To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
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| With its beauty and its cruelty
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| With its heartbreak and its joy
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| With it constantly giving birth to life
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| and to forces that destroy
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| And the infinite power of change
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| Alive in the world
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| To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
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| To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world
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| To open my eyes and wake up alive in the world
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| To open my eyes and fully arrive in the world |