| I believe in the stories of the stars
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| And times like these, constellations carry me
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| I’m almost past
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| I believe that the Milky Way still flows
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| And times like these, dreaming carried forward with us
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| The spirit grows
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| And I believe in the wisdom of my boy
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| Just ten years old
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| He said: I believe when a star burns out a child is born
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| And I believe in the people standing tall
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| And times likes these, hands raised with intention
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| To heal the world
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| And I believe we can breath in the magic of our Earth
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| And I believe we can exhale anything we feel we didn’t deserve
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| I believe there was a man called Jesus Christ
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| And in times like these he said: treat each other equally
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| In times like these
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| And I believe in the words of the Dali Lama
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| In times like these, with peace and love and unity
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| In times like these
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| And I believe in the movement of the tide
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| In times like these
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| And the mysteries of the moon
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| In times like these
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| I believe in the circuit of the sun
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| In times like these
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| And its magnetic properties
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| And human beings
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| And I believe in a simple thing called love
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| In times like these
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| When a women finds a man and they can be
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| In times like these
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| And I believe that the spirit is reborn when we die
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| With no burden of the body
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| We’re free to fly
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| And I believe in the people standing tall
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| And times likes these, hands raised with intention
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| To heal the world
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| To heal the world |