One world Whoa, it's our world Yeah, yeah, one world Whoa, it's our world Yeah, yeah
When I walk on the street I feel glad I was born Music comes a'ringin' out of every door I see faces I know and they give me a sign We got something between us and it feels all right
I see chrissy the clipper, she colors my hair Micky and margaret make the clothes that we wear And there's gene who runs the club where we dance all night When you live in our world everything's all right
Politicians and dictators and the guys with the dough They think they run the world but they just don't know 'cause down here on the street we got it under control From berlin to san francisco, from new york to tokyo
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