For every man who has a dream, there's a light that's rarely seen 

Within a world where all is greed, all is lies 

For every child who lies awake and hopes that dawn will never break 

To be alone, to be afraid but never cry 

Where is the love, where is the fire we used to share, we used to live 

Where is the hope, where is the flame we used to feel, we used to give 

Where is the man who says he never wants to dream, wants to live

For every man who feels alone working fingers to the bone 

I have a voice, I still yearn and I still cry 

It's not the singer, it's the song, strikes the chord in everyone 

And makes us dance, makes us sing, Makes us fly 

Where is the love, where is the fire we used to share, we used to live 

Where is the hope, where is the flame we used to feel, we used to give 

Were is the man who says he never wants to dream, wants to live 

Instrumental

Where is the love, ...

For every man 

(There's nothing that we know, just watch the magic flow)

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