A bag of years, a cup of tears, lie in a glass
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And every line on my face has a tale to tell.
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For, I have worn this skin I live in
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And so I will until I'm dying
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I've had it good, had it bad, until its over.
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Stand, if you wanna know yourself
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Stand, if your head's with someone else
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Stand, if you feel like making up
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Stand, when you think you've had enough
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A set of words, a busy mind lie in a bed
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And everyday there is a way I've yet to walk
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So many times I took for granted
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When love is all I've ever wanted
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To come alive, see the sights, stay up late and then its over.
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Stand, if you love the one you're with
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Stand, when you've nothing else to give
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Stand, cos its all you'll ever know
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Stand, cos there's nowhere left to go
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Stand, if you have something to say
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Stand, when you need a place to stay
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Stand, if you wanna be alone
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Stand, anywhere you want to
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All that I am is all I'll be, when you....
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Stand, as a woman or a man
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Stand, anywhere you know you can
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Stand, if you want without a sound
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Stand, when you're tired of sitting down
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Stand
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| Mark Owen |
