Open the door, man 
Let all the good [bad word] in 
Freshen the flowers, woman 
For there are no more sins in 

Hand me my bag, Frederick 
Stretch out your mind, feel good 
Utopia's at my doorstep  [bad word]  there is no more hatred 
 [bad word] live a better life 
All is what you strive for 
And now there are many birds in my tree 

Open your eyes to it 
First please, then wide 
Raise up your arms higher 
We have a reason to fly 

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