(Music by Alan Paul, Randy Waldman & Wayne Johnson; Lyrics by Alan Paul)
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[Dedicated to the Athletes of the 1984 Olympics]
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There's an infinity of ways
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And just as many people striving for them, oh
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Who's to say what is wrong or right
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Only we can judge what lies within us
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It's our code of life
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So much is counting on what we say
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So many virtues that we must weigh
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Where's the light we long for
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love must find a way
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And all things in their time will follow, oh....
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It's like a wave of honor in motion,
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floating away,
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It's like an overwhelming emotion,
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one and the same
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If we take the time to find it
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We can help define a way
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uncharted
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Code of ethics, feel it
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Stand, be counted
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Life is only what we make it
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So don't fake it
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Just make it right
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Like a visionary's dream
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There's a cry for truth we need to know
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Is it life or a novel's theme
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Underlying codes we'd live or die for
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It's a mystery
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Violence is growing, it's in the air
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People are starving while others stare
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Where's the light we long for?
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Love must find a way
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And all things in their time will follow - oh
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If we take the time to find it
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We can help define a way
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uncharted
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Code of ethics, feel it
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Stand, be counted
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Life is only what we make it
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So don't fake it
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Just make it right
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Code of ethics, live it
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Stand, be counted
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Life is only what we make it
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So don't fake it
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Just make it right
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Code Of Ethics
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| The Manhattan Transfer |
