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i wanna go where the blind can see |
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i wanna go where the lame will walk |
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i wanna see the sick ones clean |
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where the deaf can hear and the silent talk |
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where are you going, to a ghostdance in the snow? |
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where are all your warriors, i see they're finally |
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coming home |
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i wanna go where the dead are raised |
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where the mountain lion lays down with the lamb |
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i wanna stand where god is praised |
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i wanna ride across the plains |
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to the promised land |
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where i'm going don't need to raise your voice |
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no starvation we'll have plenty to eat |
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no guns no wars, no hateful noise |
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just a victory dance, we'll never taste defeat |
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where there's nothin' done or said |
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that can't be forgiven |
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where every step you take |
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is on sacred ground |
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walk away from death |
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into the land of the living |
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where all the lost tribes |
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are finally found |
