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I'd like to build a world a home |
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and furnish it with love. |
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Grow apple trees and honey bees |
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and snow white turtle doves. |
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I'd like to teach the world to sing |
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in perfect harmony. |
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I'd like to hold it in my arms, |
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and keep it company |
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I'd like to see the world for once |
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all standing hand in hand. |
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And hear them echo through the hills |
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for peace throughout the land. |
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It's the real thing |
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what the world wants today, |
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That's the way it'll stay |
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with the real thing. |
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I'd like to teach the world to sing |
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in perfect harmony. |
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A song of peace that echoes on |
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and never goes away. |
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Put your hand in my hand |
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let's begin today, |
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With your hand in my hand |
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help me find a way. |
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I'd like to see the world for once |
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all standing hand in hand. |
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And hear them echo through the hills |
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for peace throughout the land. |
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I'd like to teach the world to sing, |
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in perfect harmony. |
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A song of peace that echos on, |
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and never goes away. |
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SONGWRITERS |
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B. BACKER, B. DAVIS, R. COOK, R. GREENAWAY |
