| Well I’ve lived and breathed and been disbelieved
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| In these small town streets too long
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| I’ve been up with the winners and down with the sinners
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| And hung on this corner 'til dawn
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| And my hands they have been tied
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| To a life I’ve been denied
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| I’m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
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| And workin' from nine to five
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| By the end of the day, all the kids would go play
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| And I’d come staggering home
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| With a dream in my hand and a master plan
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| That wouln’t leave my mind alone
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| I compromised all my schemes
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| And flucturated all my dreams
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| I’m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
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| And nothing is like it really seems
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| But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
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| The young girls fall back and say
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| There goes that sleek young silhouette
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| He don’t drive no Corvette
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| But he stings just like a Sting Ray
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| And that’s my only redemption in this house of detention
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| That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away
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| 'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
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| I say, God don’t take this away
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| I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions
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| Gonna help me hide my pain
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| And all the hurt that I’ve felt underneath my leather studded belt
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| Of not finding fortune and fame
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| But some day I’ll blow 'em away with the things that I may sing and
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| Might say
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| I’m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
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| And waitin' for my pay dirt day
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| I’m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy
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| And waitin' for my pay day |