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Let It Be Me
Sticks and stones, battle zones,
a single light bulb on a single thread for the black
sirens wail, history fails
rose-colored glass begins to age and crack
while the politicians shadowbox the power ring
in an endless split decision never solve anything
from a neighbor's distant land,
I heard the strain of the common man
Let it be me (this is not a fighting song)
Let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me, if the world is night, shine my life like a light
Well the world seems spent, and the president
has no good idea of who the masses are
well I'm one of them and I'm among friends
trying to see beyond the fences of our own backyard
I've seen kingdoms blow like ashes in the winds of change
but the power of truth is the fuel for the flame
so the darker the ages get there's a stronger beacon yet
Let it be me (this is not a fighting song)
Let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me, if the world is night, shine my life like a light.
In the kind word you speak
in the turn of a cheek
when your vision stays clear in the face of your fear
then you see turning off a light switch is their only power
when we stand like spotlights in a mighty tower
all for one and one for all then we sing the common call.
Let it be me (this is not a fighting song)
Let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me, if the world is night, shine my life like a light.
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Let it be me, if the world is night, shine my life like a light.
Let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me (this is not a fighting song)
all for one and one for all then we sing the common call.
when we stand like spotlights in a mighty tower
then you see turning off a light switch is their only power
when your vision stays clear in the face of your fear
in the turn of a cheek
In the kind word you speak
Let it be me, if the world is night, shine my life like a light.
Let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me (this is not a fighting song)
so the darker the ages get there's a stronger beacon yet
but the power of truth is the fuel for the flame
I've seen kingdoms blow like ashes in the winds of change
trying to see beyond the fences of our own backyard
well I'm one of them and I'm among friends
has no good idea of who the masses are
Well the world seems spent, and the president
Let it be me, if the world is night, shine my life like a light
Let it be me (not a wrong for a wrong)
Let it be me (this is not a fighting song)
I heard the strain of the common man
from a neighbor's distant land,
in an endless split decision never solve anything
while the politicians shadowbox the power ring
rose-colored glass begins to age and crack
sirens wail, history fails
a single light bulb on a single thread for the black
Sticks and stones, battle zones,
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