| When the world was new
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| And these skies were clear
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| And all that existed was pure love
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| With it came a promise
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| A promise that said «No matter how far we’ve walked down that beaten path
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| We shall not be strayed away from the universal truth
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| No matter how cold or how dark it may seem»
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| If we could just keep on striving
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| Soon we’ll find that love once again
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| Because what makes us live is pulse
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| A rhythm, a vibration, a frequency, a sensation
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| And with our hearts and our minds we rise to the occasion once again
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| With the sole purpose to help the world fulfill that promise
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| And that promise is right over the horizon
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| And all we have to do is reach, reach, reach
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| And put our hands in the air to feel the winds of tomorrow, today
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| Because what makes us live is pulse
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| A rhythm, a vibration, a frequency, a sensation!
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| And all we have to do is reach, reach, reach
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| And put our hands in the air to feel the winds of tomorrow, today
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| Because what makes us live is pulse
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| A rhythm, a vibration, a frequency, a sensation! |