| I’m supposed to love you
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| But I don’t know why
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| 'Cause you don’t want
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| To have nothing to with me, no
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| You hurt my feeling
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| And you make me cry
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| And it’s the kind of thing
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| That gets next to me
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| Yes, stand out
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| Let me tell wahtever you are
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| Now yoy say your mother taught you
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| To tell right from wrong
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| But this will show you
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| The devine line between a weak and a strong
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| If you go around blaming people
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| By the colour of their size
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| All I can tell you people is
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| That you’re in for a big surprice
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| Yes, stand out
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| I think you ought to stand out
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| So I can say whatever you are
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| Stand out stand out
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| Now you supposed to love me
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| And if you don’t know why
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| Now I’m your ticket to heaven
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| And that ain’t no lie
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| I see a mass line of jet set
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| All filled up with hate
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| You better put some love in his life
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| Come on, hours getting late
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| Stand out
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| I think you ought to stand out |