| It seems that no one has any faith anymore,
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| Well isn’t that what we invented heroes for?
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| Got the world intent that I was through,
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| Still the young man I know that that ain’t true.
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| That’s what dreams were made for
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| Staring in the eyes of the preacher who sold me down the river
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| Well I got too much faith for him to deliver.
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| Guess I’ll just be poor for the rest of my life
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| It’s better than giving up the fight.
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| That’s what dreams were made for
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| It seems a handshake means nothing today
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| Lifetime of work sold down the river for a man’s weekly pay.
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| Guess I’ll just be poor for the rest of my life
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| It’s better than giving up the fight.
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| That’s what dreams were made for. |