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Stand Out

I'm supposed to love you
But I don't know why
'Cause you don't want
To have nothing to with me, no
You hurt my feelings
And you make me cry
And it's the kind of thing
That gets next to me
Yes, stand out
I think you ought to stand out
And let me see whatever you are

Now you say your mother taught you
To tell right from wrong
But this will show you
The dividing line between the weak and the strong
If you go around labeling people
By their color or their size
All I can tell you people is
That you're in for a big surprise
Yes, stand out
I think you ought to stand out
So I can see whatever you are
Stand out, stand out

Now you supposed to love me
And if you don't know why
Well, I'm your ticket to heaven to get to heaven with
And that ain't no lie
I see a man lying on his death bed
All filled up with hate
You better put some love in his life
Come on, hours getting late
Stand out, yeah
I think you ought to stand out
And let 'em see whatever you are, yeah
That's what you ought to
Do
How is that for real


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