When you ask me, who I am:
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What is my vision? And do I have a plan?
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Where is my strength? Have I nothing to say?
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I hear the words in my head, but I push them away.
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'Cause I stand for the power to change,
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I live for the perfect day.
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I love till it hurts like crazy,
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I hope for a hero to save me.
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I stand for the strange and lonely,
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I believe there's a better place.
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I don't know if the sky is heaven,
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But I pray anyway.
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And I don't know
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What tomorrow brings
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The road less traveled
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Will it set us free?
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Cause we are taking it slow,
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These tiny legacies.
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I don't try and change the world;
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But what will you make of me?
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'Cause I stand for the power to change,
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I live for the perfect day.
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I love till it hurts like crazy,
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I hope for a hero to save me.
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I stand for the strange and lonely,
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I believe there's a better place.
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I don't know if the sky is heaven,
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But I pray anyway.
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With the slightest of breezes
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We fall just like leaves
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As the rain washes us from the ground
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We forget who we are
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We can't see in the dark
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And we quickly get lost in the crowd
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'Cause I stand for the power to change,
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I live for the perfect day.
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I love till it hurts like crazy,
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I hope for a hero to save me.
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'Cause I stand for the power to change,
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I live for the perfect day.
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I love till it hurts like crazy,
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I hope for a hero to save me.
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I stand for the strange and lonely,
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I believe there's a better place.
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I don't know if the sky is heaven,
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But I pray anyway.
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I Stand
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| Idina Menzel |
