| Don’t you want to be there, don’t you want to go?
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| Where the light is breaking and the cold clear winds blow
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| Don’t you want to be there in the golden glow
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| Don’t you want to be there, don’t you want to fly?
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| With your arms out, let a shout take you across the sky
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| Don’t you want to be there when the time’s gone by
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| Times there was love all around you
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| Times you were strong and alone
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| Times you believed love had found you
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| And you fell through time like a stone
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| And those you have wronged, you know
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| You need to let them know some way
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| And those who have wronged you, know
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| You’ll have to let them go someday
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| Don’t you want to be there?
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| Don’t you want to cry when you see how far
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| You’ve got to go to be where forgiveness rules
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| Instead of where you are
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| Don’t you want to be there, don’t you want to know?
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| Where the grace and simple truth of childhood go
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| Don’t you want to be there when the trumpets blow
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| Blow for those born into hunger
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| Blow for those lost 'neath the train
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| Blow for those choking in anger
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| Blow for those driven insane
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| And those you have wronged, you know
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| You need to let them know some way
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| And those who have wronged you, know
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| You’ll have to let them go someday
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| Don’t you want to be there?
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| Don’t you want to see where the angels appear
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| Don’t you want to be where there’s strength and love
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| In the place of fear |