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Stand Up Tall

By Bruce Clifford

The motor comes on
The wind blows all night long
You canít get away with any mistakes
You canít get by with creative heartbreaks


The slice of time is calling
The memories of tomorrow are talking
You canít escape this emotional place
You canít replace this eventual disgrace
Eventual disgrace


Stand up tall
They're doing us in
Stand up tall
Itís a fight ítil the end
Stand up tall
Stand up tall


The lights turn on
The emotional song
Eyes full of darkness
Lies tremble with heartlessness


Stand up tall
They're doing us in
Stand up tall
Itís a fight ítil the end
Stand up tall
Stand up tall


Weíre in it to win it
Weíre in it to win it
We have to begin it
Stand up tall


The motor comes on
The wind blows all night long
You canít get away with any mistakes
You canít get by with creative heartbreaks


©2/1/2021 Bruce Clifford


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