| Let’s dance upon our bare feet
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| Underneath sycamore tree
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| Climb up through that canopy
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| To see the Indiana sky
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| There’s no telling what we’ll find
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| On back roads forgotten time
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| We let our wonder be the sign
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| That’s gonna lead us on this ride
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| We waited for so long
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| To hear the Spirit’s song
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| And He wants us to sing
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| It’s time to taste and see
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| All the things we’re meant to be
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| It ain’t too late to try
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| And it’s not too soon to fly
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| We’ll awaken with the dawn
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| Spread our wings and gaze upon
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| This new day where we belong
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| It’s all an unfolding design
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| Follow the rhythm of
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| All that cultivates our love
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| And every star that hangs above
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| Will rejoice with us each night
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| We waited for so long
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| To hear the Spirit’s song
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| And He wants us to sing
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| It’s time to taste and see
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| All the things you’re meant to be
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| It ain’t too late to try
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| And it’s not too soon to fly
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| We waited for so long
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| To hear the spirits song
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| And He wants us to sing
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| It’s our time to taste and see
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| All the things we’re meant to be
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| It ain’t to late to try
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| And it’s not to soon to fly
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| We will fly
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| We will fly a
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| We will fly
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| And it’s not too late to try |