We are the poets, we are the dreamers
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We are the soldiers, we are the screamers
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We are the fallen to rise again
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We are the lovers, we are cynics
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We are the hours, we are the minutes
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We are all friends in the end
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So why be alive if you don't follow your every dream
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Reach up to Heaven and stand for what you believe
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We don't need wings to be angels
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We don't need reasons to be right
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Your love makes us all better
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That who we really are
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Angels and heroes at heart
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We are the givers, we are receivers
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We are confessors, we are believers
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We are the strange familiar face
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We are afraid and so we follow
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We're underpaid and so we borrow
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We mine for tears, but much too late
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So why can't we open hearts, open our minds
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Forgiving is easy for You will come if we open our eyes
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We don't need wings to be angels
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We don't need reasons to be right
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Your love makes us all better
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That who we really are
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We don't need sleep to be dreamers
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We don't need to have tears in our eyes
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Your love makes us all better
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That's who really are
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Angels and heroes at heart
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I know it seems easier to run and hide
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And bury emotions in the dark of night
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But it's worth the fight
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Worth the fight
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Just aim for the light
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We don't need wings to be angels
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We don't need reasons to be right
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Your love makes us all better
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That who we really are
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Angels and heroes at heart
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Angels And Heroes
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Brian Littrell |