Verse 3:
5 � Tick the "extra" word in each line:
We could fly and�so high
Let our spirits�and�never die
In my heart�do�I feel
You are�all�but my brothers
Create a�world�and with no fear
Together we'll cry�happy�our tears
See the�nations�that turn
Their swords�into�the plowshares
We could�really�to get there
If you care enough for the living
Make a little space to make a better place
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Repeat Chorus X2
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