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Hello you long shots |
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You dark horse runners |
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Hairbrush singers, dashboard drummers |
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Hello you wild magnolias |
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Just waiting to bloom |
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There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you |
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Thank God even crazy dreams come true |
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I stood at the bottom of some walls I thought I couldn't climb |
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I felt like Cinderella at the ball just running out of time |
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So I know how it feels to be afraid |
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Think that it's all gonna slip away |
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Hold on, hold on |
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Here's to you free souls, you firefly chasers |
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Tree climbers, porch swingers, air guitar players |
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Here's to you fearless dancers, shaking walls in your bedrooms |
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There's a lot of wonder left inside of me and you |
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Thank God even crazy dreams come true |
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Never let a bad day be enough |
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To go and talk you in to giving up |
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Sometimes everybody feels like you |
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Oh, feels like you, just like you |
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Yeah |
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I've met some go-getters |
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Some difference makers |
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Small town heroes, and big chance takers |
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I've met some young hearts with something to prove |
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Oh, yeah |
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Here's to you long shots |
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You dark horse runners |
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Hairbrush singers, and dashboard drummers |
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Here's to you wild magnolias |
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Just waiting to bloom |
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There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you |
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Thank God even crazy dreams come true |
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Thank God even crazy dreams come true |
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Yeah |
