| I found a book that my mama kept
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| Filled with secrets she hid
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| And in a dusty old attic, one mornin' I read
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| About a woman I never met
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| Who had dreams just like mine
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| With every page that I turned, the words came alive
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| Wish I could roll out of town like a run-away train
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| I’ll do as I dare, let them call me insane
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| I’ll never sit on the sidelines of life, I’ll dance every dance
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| If I just had the chance
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| A tear fell on that faded page
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| 'Cause this was somebody else
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| Not the mama I knew who never thought of herself
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| But the times, they were different then
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| And lines just didn’t get crossed
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| And these words that she wrote, they somehow got lost
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| Wish I could roll out of town like a run-away train
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| I’ll do as I dare, let them call me insane
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| I’ll never sit on the sidelines of life, I’ll dance every dance
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| If I just had the chance
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| The chance that she never had
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| Is now the gift that is mine
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| And our here on this road, I’m makin' up for lost time
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| Yeah, I am my mother’s child
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| And tonight in this car, I’ve got words in suitcase and dreams in my heart
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| As I roll out of town like a run-away train
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| I’ll do as I dare, let them call me insane
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| I’ll never sit on the sidelines of life, I’ll dance every dance
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| While I still have the chance
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| I’ll never sit on the sidelines of life, I’ll dance every dance
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| While I still have the chance |