| I’m not chasing miracles
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| I don’t want no sympathy
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| I’m waiting for the world
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| To keep me company
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| Thinking 'bout the universe
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| Trying to keep my fears at bay
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| And all I’m hoping for
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| Is for someone else to want to say
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| Freedom someday — are you ready to make the deal
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| Freedom someday — freedom to live for real
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| I don’t want no money
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| But buddy, can you spare the time of day
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| 'cause silence is, I’m sure
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| The highest price we pay
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| I don’t wish my troubles on anyone
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| But I can wish them well
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| So I’m knocking on your door
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| 'cause there’s something I would like to say
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| Freedom someday — I’m ready to make the deal
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| Freedom someday — freedom to live for real
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| Somehow life goes on
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| But when it’s said and done
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| It’s such a bitter pill
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| When you think the battle’s won
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| You hear the distant guns
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| Of all those fighting still
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| The battle’s in our heads
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| One we alway lose
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| Whichever side we choose
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| We can paint the planet red
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| Or black and blue instead
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| But we are one world
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| I’m not chasing miracles
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| But I don’t choose to be this way
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| Now all I’m hoping for
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| Is for someone else to hear me say
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| And if our time has come
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| And if our race is run
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| Who will pay the bill
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| When you think the battle’s won
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| You hear the distant guns
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| Of all those fighting still
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| But the battle’s in our heads
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| One we always lose
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| Whichever side we choose
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| Paint the planet red
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| Or black and blue instead
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| But we are one world |