The right to sing,
The
right to play,
The right to do the things I feel in my own way,
And if
you took it all and asked me to pretend,
You'd be breaking a heart that
won't mend.
The right to win,
The right to lose.
The right to
fall in love with anyone I choose.
And when it's my mistake and everything
goes wrong,
I would write what I feel in a song.
They know it
all,
Where is the answer?
They can only see what's down in black and
white.
Back to the wall,
Just a romancer,
To sing and play my music
is my life. |
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The right to laugh,
The
right to dream,
The right to know that people say just what they mean.
And if it turns out that my hopes were not to be,
Then there's no one to
blame, only me.
The right to live,
The right to breathe,
The
right to stand by all the things that I believe.
Can't say I know it all,
but someone has to try,
I will stand or I will fall, live or die,
I
will stand or I will fall, live or die. |
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