| Yeah, this one goes out to the dreamer always out there aiming high
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| Don’t you let 'em clip your wings or say that you can’t fly
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| This one goes out to the loser losing time and time again
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| And time again keeps on believing that someday they’re gonna win
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| When nobody knows your name, nobody knows your face
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| Everybody counts you out long before you start that race
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| You can let 'em place their bets, let 'em laugh and drink their wine
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| Let 'em eat their words when you’re first to the finish line
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| Today’s your day in the sun, you’re rolling like a young gun
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| Now it’s your time to ride, let your dark horse run
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| They can’t measure your heart, they can’t tear you apart
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| You’re finally catching your stride, let your dark horse run
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| Through the fire and barbed wire
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| You’re a runaway train, there’s no turning back
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| This one goes out to the girls, go show the world you can
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| Never let 'em hold you back just because you aren’t a man
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| This one goes out to those underdogs who aren’t afraid to bite
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| Change the game, break the chain, get off that porch and fight
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| Today’s your day in the sun, you’re rolling like a young gun
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| Now it’s your time to ride, let your dark horse run
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| They can’t measure your heart, they can’t tear you apart
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| You’re finally catching your stride, let your dark horse run
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| Through the fire and barbed wire
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| You’re a runaway train, there’s no turning back
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| Let your dark horse run
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| Let your dark horse run
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| Let your dark horse run
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| Let your dark horse run
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| I rode into town with a dream and a song
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| But they told me that I just don’t belong
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| And the fable of a label that stomped on my heart
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| Added fuel to the fire, added soul to my art
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| So I went back home like all those outlaw boys
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| Bought a van, got a band, making my brand of noise
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| So, I built with my hands my own destiny
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| And I became what they said that I couldn’t be
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| I got a chip on my shoulder, but it doesn’t weigh me down
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| I got a chip on my shoulder, but it doesn’t weigh me down
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| I got a chip on my shoulder, but it doesn’t weigh me down
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| It whispers «Get back up» when I get knocked on the ground
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| Today’s your day in the sun, you’re rolling like a young gun
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| Now it’s your time to ride, let your dark horse run
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| They can’t measure your heart, they can’t tear you apart
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| You’re finally catching your stride, let your dark horse run
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| Through the fire and barbed wire
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| You’re a runaway train, there’s no turning back
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| Let your dark horse run
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| Through the fire and barbed wire
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| You’re a runaway train there’s no turning back
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| Let your dark horse run
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| Let your dark horse run
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| Let your dark horse run |