| When you ask me, who I am…
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| What is my vision? |
| And do I have a plan?
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| Where is my strength? |
| Have I nothing to say?
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| I hear the words in my head, but I push them away
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| 'Cause I stand for the power to change
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| I live for the perfect day
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| I love till it hurts like crazy
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| I hope for a hero to save me
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| I stand for the strange and lonely
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| I believe there’s a better place
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| I don’t know if the sky is heaven
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| But I pray anyway
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| And I don’t know
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| What tomorrow brings
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| The road less traveled
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| Will it set us free?
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| Cause we are taking it slow
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| These tiny legacies
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| I don’t try and change the world;
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| But what will you make of me?
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| 'Cause I stand for the power to change
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| I live for the perfect day
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| I love till it hurts like crazy
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| I hope for a hero to save me
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| I stand for the strange and lonely
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| I believe there’s a better place
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| I don’t know if the sky is heaven
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| But I pray anyway
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| With the slightest of breezes
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| We fall just like leaves
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| As the rain washes us from the ground
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| We forget who we are
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| We can‘t see in the dark
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| And we quickly get lost in the crowd
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| 'Cause I stand for the power to change
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| I live for the perfect day
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| I love till it hurts like crazy
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| I hope for a hero to save me
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| 'Cause I stand for the power to change
|
| I live for the perfect day
|
| I love till it hurts like crazy
|
| I hope for a hero to save me
|
| I stand for the strange and lonely
|
| I believe there’s a better place
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| I don’t know if the sky is heaven
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| But I pray anyway |