Verse 1:
Stand up tall,
Stand up mighty,
Maybe one day
You'll be like them.
Never got a worry.
Never got a care.
Never got to worry,
cause other people got it all.
Chorus:
Never have to think about tomorrow.
Never have to dream cause you got all.
Maybe they are the lucky ones, but so are we.
They don't have the joy of song,
They don't have the way with words,
They don't have the days we have.
We got it all.
They don't have to think about tomorrow,
But isn't that the joy of life?
They don't have to remember
the little memories.
Maybe they are the lucky ones, but we're the dreamers.
Verse 2:
They got all the joy in the wrong places.
And we got problems in all the right places,
Cause they make us stronger than before.
So let the words flow outta you,
and let them see the dawn.
Let them see the things their missing,
cause we got it all.
Stand up high,
Stand up mighty,
Cause we got it all.
We got it all.
Chorus:
Never have to think about tomorrow,
Never have to dream cause you got all.
Maybe they are the lucky ones, but so are we.
They don't have the joy of song,
They don't have the way with words,
They don't have the days we have.
We got it all.
They don't have to think about tomorrow,
But isn't that the joy of life?
They don't have to remember
the little memories.
Maybe they are the lucky ones, but we are the writers.
Bridge:
Stand up tall,
stand mighty,
We finally figured out.
That we got it all.
We got it all.
They have to think about tomorrow,
but isn't that where we dream?
They don't have to remember
the song,
playing in their head.
They don't have to remember.
The words.
The song.
But we do,
and isn't that where the joy is?
The joy of life.
Chorus:
Never have to think about tomorrow,
Never have to dream cause you got all.
Maybe they are the lucky ones, but so are we.
They don't have the joy of song,
They don't have the way with words,
They don't have the days we have.
We got it all.
They don't have to think about tommorow,
But isn't that the joy of life?
They don't have to remember
the little memories.
Maybe they are the lucky ones, but we're the writers.
The writers of dreams.
Ending:
They have to think about tommorow,
but isn't that where we dream?
They don't have to remember
We're the writers.
The writers of dreams...
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