| Times were good
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| But she never thought about the future
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| She just did what she would
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| Oh but she really cared about her music
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| But it only all seemed so important then
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| And she dreamed of the time when she performed
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| When everyone would cry for more
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| That all she had to do was step into the light
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| For everyone would start to roar
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| And on the road
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| Where all but a few fall by the wayside
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| On the grassier verge, she battled through
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| Against the others in her world
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| And the sleep and the odds
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| But now every time that she performed
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| When everyone cried for more
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| Soon all she had to do was step into the light
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| For everyone to start to roar and all the children cried
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| You’re the one we’ve waited for, oh, oh, oh
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| Ooh but time went by
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| And things wasn’t so easy now, all uphill
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| And not feeling so strong, yes times were hard
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| There was too much thinking 'bout the future
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| And what people might want
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| Then there was the time that she performed
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| When nobody called for more
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| Soon every single time she stepped into the light
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| Well they really let her know the score
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| But she dreamed of the times when she sang her songs
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| And, and everyone cried for more
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| When all she had to do was step into the light
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| For everyone to start to roar and all the children cried
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| You’re the one we’ve waited for, oh |