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Drove out to California |
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Played for a dollar a day |
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To sing my songs while a few sang along |
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Was worth more than what I got paid |
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But I've got this crazy feeling |
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Everything's gonna work out right |
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The odds are stacked but I won't look back |
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I'm not going down without a fight |
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I'd rather make a living |
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Just being myself |
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I'd rather make a living being myself |
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Than a killing being someone else |
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Someone else |
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I could trade this guitar |
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For a tie wrapped around my neck |
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Grab a 401K, rent would never be late |
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I could cash my dreams for some check |
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I'd rather make a living |
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Just being myself |
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I'd rather make a living being myself |
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Than a killing being someone else |
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Someone else |
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Sometimes it ain't clear where to go |
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Without a ladder to climb or a path to follow |
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But these dreams won't let me go |
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I'd rather make a living |
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I'd rather make a living |
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I'd rather make a living |
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'Cause you can't call it living if you're someone else |
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I'd rather make a living |
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Just being myself |
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I'd rather make a living being myself |
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Than a killing being someone else |
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Someone else |
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I'd rather make a living |
