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From a distance the world looks blue and green, |
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and the snow-capped mountains white. |
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From a distance the ocean meets the stream, |
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and the eagle takes to flight. |
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From a distance, there is harmony, |
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and it echoes through the land. |
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It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace, |
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it's the voice of every man. |
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From a distance we all have enough, |
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and no one is in need. |
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And there are no guns, no bombs, and no disease, |
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no hungry mouths to feed. |
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From a distance we are instruments |
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marching in a common band. |
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Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace. |
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They're the songs of every man. |
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God is watching us. God is watching us. |
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God is watching us from a distance. |
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From a distance you look like my friend, |
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even though we are at war. |
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From a distance I just cannot comprehend |
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what all this fighting is for. |
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From a distance there is harmony, |
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and it echoes through the land. |
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And it's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves, |
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it's the heart of every man. |
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It's the hope of hopes, it's the love of loves. |
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This is the song of every man. |
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And God is watching us, God is watching us, |
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God is watching us from a distance. |
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Oh, God is watching us, God is watching. |
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God is watching us from a distance. |