Everything is working out fine.
You've got all that stuff to do and I got mine
Small town girls, and city boys
And lots of preety people
Lets try to make some noise!
They would be cheering if they only could
Instead they work so hard just to look good.
But you try and you try...
Waiting for those clouds to disappear from the sky
Mama used to tell me to listen to her
That she didn't know what my life would be like
Everyday something new
Who knows what could happen to you...
She used to say all you needed to do
Is put faith in yourself, and your dreams could come true.
No matter how hard your dreams may be
Theres always that posiblity
That with a little bit of faith your dreams could come true...
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