I've never been the one who had my head on straight
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So i gave myself this job now I'm waitin' at the gate
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For my bag to be inspected
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For some crazy reason i am always suspected
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Of smugglin' somethin' through
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Like smoke or dope or airplane glue
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The sargeant waves me through
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Chorus:
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And I know you've got somethin' to believe in
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Down deep inside your soul
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Hey friend, don't you stop believin'
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n dreams that you had, when you were just a lad
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Bear down, take another town and station by storm
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Crank up the tunes and meet the full moon and the Carolina corn
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But don't let it pass you by
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'Cuz someday you'll wake up asking yourself why
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You sat there at your desk
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Suckin on the corporate breast
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You turned out like the rest
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Chorus
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Hey you, check out the view windin' down to one
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Me and the miss sharin' bliss and soakin' up the sun
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And i feel like i've been resurrected
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In my lifetime I have never felt protected
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And loved like I do, when I am here with you
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And I know you've got somethin' to believe in
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Down deep inside your desparate soul
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Hey friend, don't you stop believin'
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In dreams that you had
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In the dreams that we all had, when you were just a lad
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Keep on dreamin'
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Somethin' to Believe In
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Shawn Mullins |