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About three miles up that run down road |
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There's an old town dump with some fools gold |
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Just waiting for a bandit's hand to steal |
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What one soul lost I'd always find |
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It's wild what some folk leave behind |
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But a poor boys dreams can always make it real |
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CHORUS: |
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Cause I threw stones at broken bottles |
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I washed my hands in God's rainwater |
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I found treasure others wouldn't claim |
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I threw stones at broken bottles |
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Took what this life had to offer |
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And I let it shine when others make it rain |
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Let it shine when others make it rain |
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Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine |
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When others make it rain |
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While driving through the promised land |
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Out there in the drifting sand |
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I saw a boy who looked at lot like me. |
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As I rolled my window down |
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I yelled across that one-horse town |
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I said, don't give up boy, you've got the right to dream! |
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(REPEAT CHORUS) |
