| Light in eyes, but are they mine?
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| And then I wonder…
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| If we could greet the world
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| With open arms
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| Then we could hear, see, feel
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| Ourself so much more
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| Rain pours down, what a welcome sound
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| I’m washed up by a billowing tide I’ve got nowhere to hide
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| I’m caught up in the middle of flight but I’ll learn to get by
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| I don’t mind
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| If we could greet the world
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| With open arms
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| Then we could hear, see, feel
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| Ourselves so much more
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| Then we could hear, see, feel
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| Ourselves so much more
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| Have no fear
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| Oh, I feel
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| If we could greet the world
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| All without fear
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| With open arms
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| Then we are free
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| Then we could hear, see, feel
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| Ourselves so much more
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| Then we could hear, see, feel
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| Ourselves so much more
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| Then we could hear, see, feel
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| Ourselves so much more
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| Then we could hear, see, feel
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| Ourselves so much more
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| Words in mouth, skin on ground
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| Light in eyes, but are they mine? |