There are children raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren plain,
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there are children raised beneath a golden sun.
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There are children of the water, children of the sand,
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and they cry out through the universe, their voices raised as one:
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I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
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I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.
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Have you gazed out on the ocean, seen the breaching of a whale?
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Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam?
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Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles away?
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Telling tales of ancient history of passages and home?
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I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
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I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.
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For the worker and the warrior, the lover and the liar, for the native and the wanderer in kind.
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For the maker and the user, and the mother and her son.
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I am looking for my family and all of you are mine.
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We are standing all together, face to face and arm in arm.
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We are standing on the threshold of a dream.
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No more hunger, no more killing, no more wasting life away.
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It is simply an idea and I know its time has come.
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I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
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I want to share what I can give, I want to be,
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I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
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I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live.
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I want to live, I want to grow, I want to see, I want to know,
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I want to share what I can give, I want to be, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live.
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I Want To Live
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| John Denver |
