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I wanna hear your voice coming out of my radio |
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And I wanna see your face on the billboard sign |
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cause I know how hard you try and I know sometimes it makes you cry |
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I just wish I could be there to bring you by |
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And i wanna hear you talking to me from a pay phone |
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telling me that dreams can turn real |
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Cause i been there before |
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I've been knocking at doors |
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and I know how that burns, I know how it feels |
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So go on, show 'em what you're made of |
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With all my heart I wish these things for you |
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That someday you, and all you put your hand to |
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Will turn golden |
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I wanna see you stand in the heat of the spotlight |
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I wanna you to fly far away from here |
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cause no matter where you'll be |
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I'll still have you right close to me |
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When I hold that transister up to my ear |
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Now go on, show 'em what you're made of |
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With all my heart I wish these things for you |
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That someday you, and all you put your hand to, will turn golden |
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So go on, show em what you're made of |
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With all my heart I wish these things for you |
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That someday you, and all you put your hand to, will turn golden |
