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You take a wrong turn, drop a ball, fall short |
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You labor in vain |
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Yeah, you choke, miss the boat, bomb out, cave in |
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Fall flat on your face, yeah, that's everyday life |
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But sometimes |
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You hit a good lick, the stars light up |
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Your ship comes in, you make your mark |
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You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top |
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Yeah, cream of the crop |
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You're the stuff, you set the bar |
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You beat the odds and there you are |
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Spend most your life sittin' in the dark waitin' your turn |
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But every now and then you burn |
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You go wild in style, chest out, chin up |
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You're king for a day |
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And then reality hits like a fist, hits you hard |
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Steels your thunder away and when it beats you down |
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The wheel spins around |
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You hit a good lick, the stars light up |
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Your ship comes in, you make your mark |
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You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top |
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Yeah, cream of the crop |
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You're the stuff, you set the bar |
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You beat the odds and there you are |
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Spend most your life sittin' in the dark waitin' your turn |
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But every now and then you burn |
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You burn like a beacon, burn like a porch light |
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Burn like a blue star, burn like a bonfire |
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Burn like a flicker in a red hot flame |
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Burn like a match in a deep dark cave |
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Like a midnight mile-high blaze |
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You hit a good lick, the stars light up |
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Your ship comes in, you make your mark |
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You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top |
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Yeah, cream of the crop |
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You're the stuff, you set the bar |
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You beat the odds and there you are |
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Spend most your life sittin' in the dark waitin' your turn |
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But every now and then you burn, yeah, you burn |
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Like a porch light, like a blue fire |
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You burn, burn, burn, burn |