| I found boxes of first CDs tryin' to get my office clean
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| Took ten years of folks givin' them to me 'til I sat down
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| And I saw hesitant poses and torn up jeans
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| In cover photos friends took for free
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| For the six minute songs, and all their lifelong dreams the world turned down
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| They’re just dreamin' up some life out on the road, oh
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| When all I dream about’s the day that I’ll be home
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| I’d long forgotten how it feels to chase a dream
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| Thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)
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| On through this Rolodex of railroad tracks and fresh-cut hair
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| I see Joy who won some Grammys and is now a millionaire
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| Looks different now than she does right there, but that’s how it goes
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| As for the rest, I bet they’re teachers or pastors now
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| Pictured in jackets girlfriends picked out
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| All their hometowns turned these up, all the labels turned them down,
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| and never wrote (whoa)
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| They’re just dreamin' up some life out on the road, oh
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| When all I dream about’s the day that I’ll be home
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| I guess I forgot the way it feels to chase a dream
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| Thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah)
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| A thrift store jacket and ten less pounds
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| Lookin' like a fool in some big field with my bare feet on the ground
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| Bad song titles and worse drum sounds, I didn’t know
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| That all my dreams had come true out here on the road
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| I never dreamed that I could call this life my own
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| Thought I’d forgotten how it feels to chase a dream
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| But thank God for how it feels to chase a dream
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| And thank God for boxes of first CDs (yeah) |