Lyrics

It's the wounded vet who can't turn off the noise The unsung teacher who does nothing but give It's the kid sitting alone at lunch, who's kind to everyone Even when the world ain't kind to him The I have a dreamers With the nerve to say we're equal The Hell bent believers Life changing kind of people Here's to The Standouts The picked on and the pushed down We are who we are And we have the heart To stick out from the crowd The way we're living Might make us different But if no one stood up Where would we be now Here's to The Standouts We keep on loving through the hate Ain't looking for a fight, but if that's what it takes We don't win em all, but come on We'll live to fight another day Here's to The Standouts The picked on and the pushed down We are who we are And we have the heart To stick out from the crowd The way we're living Might make us different But if no one stood up Where would we be now Here's to The Standouts The runts of the litter The glass half full drinkers The don't quite fit in-ers The freedom song singers Here's to The Standouts The picked on and the pushed down We are who we are And we have the heart To stick out from the crowd How we're living Might make us different But if no one stood up Where would we be now Here's to The Standouts Oh, here's to The Standouts Here's to The Standouts Here's to The Standouts Here's to The Standouts Here's to The Standouts Here's to The Standouts Here's to The Standouts
Writer(s): Bryan Ruby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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