| Haven’t you ever been drowning in sorrow?
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| In the morning,
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| Because you’re never gonna fly.
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| So insignificant, waiting for daybreak,
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| With a heartache,
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| Under the black and evil sky.
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| Life is unfair,
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| And nobody cares,
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| But did you think for a moment that you are so rare?
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| We are the hope of a world in despair.
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| We stand on the shoulders of giants,
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| And we will carry this power to the skies.
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| We stand on the shoulders of giants,
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| And take a look inside of you,
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| Then you’ll see your power too.
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| Look at your life and reflect on the magic,
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| That you’re given,
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| From many kin you never met.
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| Life is unfair,
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| And nobody cares,
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| But did you think for a moment that you are so rare?
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| We are the hope of a world in despair.
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| We stand on the shoulders of giants,
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| And we will carry this power to the skies.
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| We stand on the shoulders of giants,
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| And take a look inside of you,
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| Then you’ll see your power too.
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| (We are the glory! We have the power!)
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| (We are the joy of a world without care!)
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| (We are the glory! We have the power!)
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| (We are the hope of a world in despair!)
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| Did you think for a moment that you are so rare?
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| We stand on the shoulders of giants,
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| And we will carry this power to the skies.
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| We stand on the shoulders of giants,
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| And take a look inside of you,
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| Then you’ll see your power too. |