| I’ll play guitar to make the rent
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| And you can make our family three
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| I might not make a million dollars
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| But a million dollars won’t make me
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| I’m looking out on the stars tonight
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| Thinking about this human zoo
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| There’s poor old Leo watching the cars roll by
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| Screaming up at who knows who
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| Believe in you
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| And I’ll believe in me
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| Desperate men divided
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| In these glorious fields of green
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| We all pray to heaven
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| To help us mend this broken machine
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| There’s too much talk about the clouds of gray
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| When there’s a great big sky of blue
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| I turn off the T.V. and look in your eyes
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| And I know that I’ve found something true
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| Just believe in you, yeah
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| And I’ll believe in me
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| This is the age of the icons made of sand
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| From the rock and roll star to the local preacher man
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| From the baseball player to the politician with his plans
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| Well darling, just believe in you
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| Oh, and I’ll believe in you too
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| Someone’s gonna sue for harrassment
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| Someone gonna sue 'cause they can’t forget
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| Someone gonna sue poor old Philip J. Morris
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| For selling 'em one too many cigarettes
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| And Philip Morris, well he’ll probably sue me
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| For putting his name in this song
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| And all across America
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| We try and teach our children how to get along
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| Believe in you
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| And I’ll believe in me
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| I’ll believe in me |