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Go back to the time |
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when I was only nine |
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We listen to the tune |
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each and every afternoon |
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I feel the music inside of me |
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okay, I knew, what to do |
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I practice all the time |
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and I hope to make it mine |
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hope to make it mine |
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Day after day I sit in my room and play |
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Day after day I try to make my way |
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Day after day I sit in my room and play |
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Day after day I try to make my way, my way, my way |
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All my life singing and shouting |
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never ever got in you |
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All my life singing and shouting |
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never ever got in you |
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Never lose time |
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I open up my mind |
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reaches up my soul |
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and let the songs go |
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I feel the music inside of me |
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Okay, I knew, what to do |
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I practice all the time |
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and I hope to make it mine |
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hope to make it mine |
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Day after day I sit in my room and play |
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Day after day I try to make it my way |
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Day after day I sit in my room and play |
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Day after day I try to make it my way, my way, my way, my way |
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All my life singing and shouting |
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never ever got in you |
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All my life singing and shouting |
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never ever got in you |