These dreams'll raise you up
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Some kids wanna be rockstars, and some kids wanna be firemen
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But those dreams'll mess you up
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If you're in it for the bright lights and the battle scars
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It'll turn you into a liar, man
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I don't know if I've seen a million faces
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I'm not sure if I've rocked them all
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All I know is I've met a lot of people
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Filled a lot of spaces
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Learned to jump and learned to take a fall
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And if that's not livin' large, then
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I'm happy livin' small
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Well, most of us, when we go out looking,
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as we do, for our lovers and our friends
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Yea, we know it's not just supposed to
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be about what looks good
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We know it's not really all about the benjamins
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Yea, but business is a lot like love and
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business is a lot like friendship, isn't it?
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Yea, well either way, if you just go out
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looking for what's rich and hot
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You'll end up with a piece of shit
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I don't know if I'll make a million dollars
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Yea who knows, maybe if I return those calls...
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All I know is when I tune in,
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turn on and go out
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It's not my radio
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It's not my tv show
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It's not my rock-n-roll
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Looks like one big fashion show
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All these punk rock pimps and hoes
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Sellin' this and sellin' those
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Sodas, cars and phones
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I mean, what's the dilly, yo?
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This channel isn't clear at all
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And if that's what passes these days for livin' large
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Then I'm happy livin' small.
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Livin Small
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| Onelinedrawing |
