| And I should’ve been murdered by now
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| And I’ve got fifteen people wondering
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| How the hell’d he make it out
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| I carry this bucket of pain
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| And I’ve got 18 dollars to my mother-fucking name
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| And it’s not a life it’s a game
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| And I’m a two-ton wrecking ball filled with pain
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| And I’ve got a lot to say
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| Oh and I’m still feeling good from yesterday
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| So stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
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| Get down, make the doctor proud
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| Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
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| Get down, make the doctor proud
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| Well I don’t know everything
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| But I sure wish I did
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| Then every time I’d catch a case
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| I wouldn’t pop off so much at the lid
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| I’d have my get out of jail card
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| Popped cool and ready to go
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| And then I’d pay my tax and bail money
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| 'Cause I’m a taxpaying fool
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| So we gotta
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| Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
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| Get down, make the doctor proud
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| Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
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| Get down, make the doctor proud
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| Stand up
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| Get down
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| Stand up
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| Get down
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| Take it away
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| He’s a little boy with a son and a daughter
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| He’s got no wife no he’s got no father
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| He’s just trying to make it through
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| This hard hard winter
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| Toes freezin' no reason he’s got no dinner
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| He’s a product of the music
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| A product of his time
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| A product of addiction in a very long line
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| Of users and abusers who just couldn’t
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| Keep it straight oh man I wish I didn’t know one
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| I hope it ain’t too late
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| So won’t you call your mama
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| Call your daddy you can call your sister too
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| 'Cause we’ve been out here walking that hard line
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| You never ever could’ve made it through
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| And now we’re seven hundred billion strong
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| We still can’t tell right from wrong
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| So I’m gonna keep on dreaming until the cows come home
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| When drug store America starts taking care of their own
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| Start taking care of their own
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| Yeah yeah
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| So we gotta
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| Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
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| Get down, make the doctor proud
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| Stand up, if you’re out in the crowd
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| Get down, make the doctor proud
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| Stand up
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| Get down
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| Stand up
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| Get down
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| Oh you gotta stand up
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| Oh yeah
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| Living for this feeling
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| We’ve got nowhere to go
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| Stand up
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| Oh yeah
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| I’m living for this feeling
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| I’ve got nowhere to go
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| Stand up
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| Oh yeah
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| Living for this feeling
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| We’ve got nowhere to go
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| Stand up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stand Up, artist - The Revivalists. Album song Men Amongst Mountains, in the genre Альтернатива