Miguel sits at the corner store with skin like terra cotta pottery
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Waiting for a bus, a bus
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With a hat like Billy Jack's, a smile like Freddie Prinz
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He comes and he goes with the dust
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Looking out his window world as the desert skies open up and introduce
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The stars that dance in space
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But he falls fast asleep with a dream that he keeps
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Underneath his pillow case
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CHORUS
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Carry me whoever you are
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I'm waiting with masses for the rites of passage
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And wishing on a superstar
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Stacy adds to her billfold and slides down a brass pole
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For free drinks and a bigger tip
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Posing from a good home that haunts when she's all alone
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She sheds what she cannot strip
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CHORUS
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Show us the Way, show us the way
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Cause we want to be loved and we want to be saved
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And we all want to be ok, and we all want to be ok
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But we don't have the means to pay
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And I don't have the means to pay
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CHORUS
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Miguel sits at the corner store smoking on a cigarette
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He bummed off a punk in gangsta hood
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Stacy takes a drag and puts her hands on his back
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And they walk like they're Holly wood
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CHORUS
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Superstar
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| Josh Joplin Group |
