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There was a peace of a song |
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I heard the other day |
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Some words |
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I heard this singer say |
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Something in me loved the way that it sounded |
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When he said how he wanted to stand |
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Stand and be counted |
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Now, sometimes |
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I talk to myself in the early dawn |
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Before all the fragments of my dreams are gone |
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Things you don't know why your mind held on to |
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Or else sometimes you know more than you want to |
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Stand an be counted, stand on the truth |
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Stand on your honor, stand and be counted |
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And I wonder who that kid was standing brave and trim |
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And I hear myself breathe and |
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I know that |
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I was him |
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Defender of the poor and those who cannot speak |
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I thought |
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I'd be standing by the dam trying to stop the leak |
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So concerned with matters of the heart |
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And knowing the millenium was just about to start |
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And knowing that somehow we could make a difference |
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I want to stand alone in front of the world and that oncoming tank |
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Like that |
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Chinese boy that we all have to thank |
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He showed us in a picture that |
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I have mounted |
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Excactly what it means to stand and be counted |
