| I’m not as innocent as I used to be
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| And I probably care too much what you think of me
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| And it takes too much wine to put my mind at ease
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| I know, I know
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| But what if the whole wide world was looking up to me?
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| Hanging on every word of my philosophy
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| Could I spend all my life trying to set them free?
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| So call out your message your words, maybe you’ll get to be heard,
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| maybe get what you deserve!
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| Maybe this life ain’t enough, maybe we’re down on our luck, I know we’ll never
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| give up!
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| All I know is we gotta stand up
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| Up up, up up
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| Up up, up up
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| Up up, up up
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| They say a blissful life is a fantasy
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| And we see far more strife than we see empathy
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| We know there’s more to life than just you and me
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| We know, yeah, we know
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| Drawing your line in the dirt, fighting your way through the hurt
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| Maybe you’ll prove what you’re worth
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| Maybe this life ain’t enough, maybe I’m calling your bluff
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| Maybe we all just need love
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| All I know is we gotta stand up
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| Up up, up up
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| Up up, up up
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| Up up, up up
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| Ooh, ah
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| Searching the skies up above, looking for answers because
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| Maybe we all just need love
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| All I know is we gotta stand up
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| Up up, up up
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| Up up, up up
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| Up up, up up |