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I'm about to get on a plane to new york city |
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I'm about to leave this town that's left me feeling so empty |
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Its just me and my guitar and my words |
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Yeah, together we can take on the world |
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Now I've been dreaming bout this since I was young |
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To get on that stage, I'll show them just where I'm from |
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And I'll show I'm only alright when I'm up there |
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I'm only real when I'm up there |
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As I pack my things I check both my empty pockets |
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And there's still nothing there |
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No, there's still nothing there |
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I turn to my left I see my mother crying |
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She says to me "why couldn't you have been a doctor or a lawyer?" |
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I say "come on, you know we've been through this before" |
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I turn and smile at her as I walked out her door |
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And I said I'm only alright when I'm up there |
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I'm only real when I'm up there |
