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If I could tell the world just one thing |
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It would be that we're all OK |
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And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful |
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And useless in times like these |
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I won't be made useless |
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I won't be idle with despair |
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I will gather myself around my faith |
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For light does the darkness most fear |
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My hands are small, I know |
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But they're not yours, they are my own |
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But they're not yours, they are my own |
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And I am never broken |
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Poverty stole your golden shoes |
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But it didn't steal your laughter |
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And heartache came to visit me |
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But I knew it wasn't ever after |
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We'll fight, not out of spite |
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For someone must stand up for what's right |
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'Cause where there's a man who has no voice |
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There ours shall go singing |
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My hands are small I know |
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But they're not yours, they are my own |
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But they're not yours, they are my own |
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And I am never broken |
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In the end only kindness matters |
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In the end only kindness matters |
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I will get down on my knees, and I will pray |
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I will get down on my knees, and I will pray |
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I will get down |