| Ever since the world’s existed
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| There’s one thing that is certain
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| There are those who build walls
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| And those who open doors
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| Ah but this my love I’m thinking you already knew
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| For some it’s always winter
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| While others have the spring
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| Some people find good fortune
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| While others never find a thing
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| Ah but this my love is something you already knew
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| That’s how it’s always been
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| And I know you know it
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| There can be freedom only when nobody owns it
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| Going to say that again
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| 'Cause I know you know it
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| There can be freedom only when nobody owns it
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| Of what use is the moon
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| If you don’t have the night?
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| Of what use is a windmill
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| With no Quixote left who’ll fight?
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| Ah but this my love is something you already knew
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| At some point on the horizon
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| Sky can be confused with earth
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| Some people dream of God
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| While others dream of wealth
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| But of course my love this is what you see out on the street
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| It’s how it’s always been
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| And I know you know it
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| There can be freedom only when nobody owns it
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| Let me say that again
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| 'Cause I know that we both know it
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| There can be freedom only when nobody owns it
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| When nobody owns it
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| When nobody owns it
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| When nobody owns it
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| When nobody owns it
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| Ever since the world’s existed
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| There’s one thing that is certain
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| Some people build walls
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| Others open doors |