Here I stand, with open hands.
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With nothing to show, I stand where I began.
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You talk so strong, you do no wrong.
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Save your breath, I won't be here for long.
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I feel stranded, on my own
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I feel wasted, tired, used up and alone.
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Here I stand, alone I stand.
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Small in this as a single grain of sand.
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But now I can, I know I can.
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And I know you have them, let me see your hands.
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I feel stranded, on my own
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I feel wasted, tired, used up and alone.
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I feel doubted, shadows of doubt on me,
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Never been, never seen the uselessness in me.
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Cause there's times that I've been,
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and there are things we've had.
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Dispite all the lack of trust they had,
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but you can't complain
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when you stay the same,
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if it keeps you sane now
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On my own, I feel stranded
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Stranded
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| Jeremiah Freed |
