| For all the times that you ve wondered why
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| The world turned out this way
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| And all of the times that you ve asked yourself
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| About the games that people play
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| About the politics of hunger
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| And the politics of need
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| How the politics of power
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| Seem to be the politics of greed
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| For all of the times that you ve struggled in an effort
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| To work your way back upstream
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| And all of the times you ve held on to it
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| When most of us had lost the dream
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| And for all of the ones who have walked with you
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| By your side or way back home
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| Maybe much more than any of us You know that no one is really alone
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| Because the heart is still a hunter
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| It s like a beacon in the night
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| And though the heart is just a lover
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| It s never afraid to fight
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| We are fighting for more than survival
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| We are working for more than peace
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| We are giving ourselves to each other
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| Making sure all injustice is will someday cease
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| You can take a look around you
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| And you can see how far we ve come
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| All the separate parts
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| All the hundreds of hearts
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| That are beating together as one
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| It s a possibility
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| For many tomorrows
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| It s a possibility
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| Of a world to be made for everyone
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| It s a possibility
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| No more suffering and sorrow
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| It s a possibility
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| It s in everyone
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| It s a possibility
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| For many tomorrows
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| It s a possibility
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| Of a world to be made for everyone
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| It s a possibility
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| No more suffering and no more sorrow
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| It s a possibility
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| It s in everyone
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| Words and music by John Denver |