| Why standeth in the shadows
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| And bow your head
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| Life is for living
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| It’s not for the dead, my friend
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| This situation, been hunting for solution
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| Let all us be as one
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| And then, they won’t ask to cry
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| Oh, oh, can’t stand the pressure
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| Oh, oh, can’t bear the pain
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| Oh, oh, can’t stand the pressure
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| Oh, oh, can’t bear the pain
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| Though fret not, my brother
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| Try forbid, the sisters to cry
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| No say I and I
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| We shall bear fruit again
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| But while pocket dem thief
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| Many things Iya shall be denied
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| Then you take what you can
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| Now your shame make you high
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| Oh, oh, can’t stand the pressure
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| Oh, oh, can’t bear the pain
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| Oh, oh, can’t stand the pressure
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| Oh, oh, can’t bear the pain
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| Oh, oh, can’t stand the pressure
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| Oh, oh, can’t bear the pain
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| Oh, oh, can’t stand the pressure
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| Oh, oh, can’t bear the pain
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| Why standeth in the shadows
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| Muted by your cry
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| Art thou not men as well
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| Then why, cast yourself aside?
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| Got to stand strong
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| Get equal not with their vanity
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| No say I brethren, the truth
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| The I have to know
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| Oh, oh, can’t stand the pressure
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| Oh, oh, can’t bear the pain
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| Oh, oh, can’t stand the pressure
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| Oh, oh, can’t bear the pain |