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Have you ever dreamed of a place |
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Far away from it all |
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Where the air you breathe is soft and clean |
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And children play in fields of green |
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And the sound of guns |
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Doesn't pound in your ears (anymore) |
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Have you ever dreamed of a place |
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Far away from it all |
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Where the winter winds will never blow |
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And living things have room to grow |
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And the sound of guns |
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Doesn't pound in your ears anymore. |
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Many miles from yesterday before you reach tomorrow |
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Where the time is always just today |
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There's a lost horizon waiting to be found. |
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There's a lost horizon |
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Where the sound of guns |
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Doesn't pound in your ears |
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anymore. |
