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Seger was singing words I could believe in |
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And "Main Street" was my street that night, |
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So I called up Samantha and asked her the |
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Chance of us running out 'neath the moonlight. |
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Well, she's not with me now, |
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She can always be found when I rewind the radio dial. |
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And like it was then I feel her on my skin |
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And I'm back there for awhile. So... |
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I labor for hours 'cause I know the power |
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Of a song when when a song hits you right; |
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Pouring my soul into stories of life, |
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Hopin' someone'll hear one tonight. |
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Maybe my voice will cut through the noise |
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And stir up an old memory, |
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And out of these piano keys |
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Comes the sound, the sound of a million dreams |
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My 18th summer, I was a cocky up-n-comer, |
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Cranking up "Born to Run." |
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Turned left out the drive |
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With the pistons open wide, |
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And I came back a Prodigal Son. |
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My spirit was broken, she threw the door open, |
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"I love you" not, "I told you so." |
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When I hear "Mama Tried," I still break down |
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And cry and pull to the side of the road. |
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I labor for hours 'cause I know the power |
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Of a song when when a song hits you right; |
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Pouring my soul into stories of life, |
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Hopin' someone'll hear one tonight. |
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Maybe my voice will cut through the noise |
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And stir up an old memory, |
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And out of these piano keys |
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Comes the sound, the sound of a million dreams |
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I labor for hours 'cause I know the power |
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Of a song when when a song hits you right; |
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Pouring my soul into stories of life, |
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Hopin' someone'll hear one tonight. |
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Maybe my voice will cut through the noise |
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And stir up an old memory, |
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And out of these piano keys |
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Comes the sound, the sound of a million dreams |
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the sound of a million dreams |
