| Oh, day is near, darkness gone and the word is clear,
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| Children see the light, we close their eyes and we call it night.
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| And as they dream their dreams, we talk the hours away
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| And as we plan and scheme, we change tomorrow to yesterday.
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| Borrowed for the time, the life we share is a sacred right,
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| Choosing, we may find we’re on the road and there are no signs.
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| And we say we love and we say we care
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| And we say we know and we say we’re there
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| If we live our hates and we fight our wars,
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| And we burn our towns, what is going down?
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| Children raise their voice, questioning all has been their choice,
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| Answers from within point the way to where we’ve been
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| And as the music plays and we become all the days
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| That become the years of our lives, of our lives.
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| And we say we love every day we say we care
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| And we say we know every day we say we’re there
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| Oh, day is near, darkness gone and the word is clear,
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| And the word is clear
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| And the word is clear
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| Every day you say you know
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| Every day you say you care |