| Long ago and far away
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| Before the world had come to this
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| I took for granted how my life would be Assuming that my freedom would be free
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| Before these evening shadows fell
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| I reveled in the light of day
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| I rarely ever cried, my patience wasn’t tried
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| And heroes never died
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| But if I had my way
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| Things would be different
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| Danger wouldn’t come from a sky of blue
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| Choices would be clear
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| And Strangers would be kinder
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| Love a little blinder
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| As it saved the day
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| If I had my way
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| Every now and then it seems
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| We live our lives to such extremes
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| Racing all around, never homeward bound
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| Losing what we’ve found But if I had my way
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| Things would be different
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| No one would believe that a lie was true
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| Choices would be clear
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| And wisdom would be heeded
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| Warnings never needed
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| This is what I’d pray
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| If I had my way
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| The milk of human kindness
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| Would seek us out and find us And color all the words we say
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| And hearts would come alive
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| Instead of breaking
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| No one would believe
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| That a lie was true
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| Angels would appear
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| Children would be cherished
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| Hope would never parish
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| Faith would not betray
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| If I had my way |