| City to city you chase your dreams
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| It ain’t as easy as it seems
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| To make it in this world
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| You set them up and you break them down
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| Traveling that sale and we sell our sound forever
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| We’re gonna sell it to you
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| 'Cause nothing comes easy and nothing’s free
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| I gotta know exactly what I wanna be
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| It don’t come easy
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| Over and over we sing our song
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| Rocking and rolling we’re all night long
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| Discover us, we’re right here!
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| The heads are popping, the mood is high
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| And the atmosphere’s rising, gonna hit the sky
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| You’re loving us and you know, you know
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| Well, this really comes easy, baby!
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| And what’s from this!
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| Whoo, look at me now, ha, ha!
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| I got a couple of gold records
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| And I’ve even got a couple of plastic ones too
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| Well, I ain’t got no piece of mind though
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| But I don’t care
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| 'Cause I’ve got lots and lots of… money
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| It don’t come easy
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| It don’t come easy
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| It don’t come easy
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| It don’t come easy
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| When it don’t come easy
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| Why, n-n-n-n-nothing's easy… |