| I have been through the fields of fire and ice
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| Fought the unthinkable war
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| Searched the world over for real happiness
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| From western to far eastern shore
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| I have crossed over mountains and valleys below
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| In search of a lost paradise
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| But I never would find what I was looking for
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| Till I’d see with a new set of eyes
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| It’s a Sunday walk in the park
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| The new light of day dawning after the dark
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| The sound of my new baby’s cry
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| The bright ray of hope looking me in the eye
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| So much more than the will to survive
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| It’s the glorious feeling of being alive
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| It’s the wonder of knowing that all that I want
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| Is right in the palm of my hand
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| Cause everything’s right where I am
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| Right where I am
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| Yeah right where I am
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| Well I promise to never desert you again
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| In body spirit or mind
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| No more will I knock upon heaven’s door
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| Till heaven reveals it’s my time
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| Cause I was taken by an angel who locked me away
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| In mansions of dark moons and mist
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| Only to find myself back in your arms
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| Seeing life for what it is
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| It’s a Sunday walk in the park
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| The new light of day dawning after the dark
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| The sound of my new baby’s cry
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| The bright ray of hope looking me in the eye
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| So much more than the will to survive
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| It’s the glorious feeling of being alive
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| It’s the wonder of knowing that all that I want
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| Is right in the palm of my hand
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| Cause everything’s right where I am
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| Right where I am
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| Yeah right where I am |