| I ask myself again and again
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| Why don’t I pack it up and then
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| Move back home and settle down
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| Find a good man back in my home town
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| Heaven knows I ain’t gettin' any younger
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| The hands of time are tryna pull me under
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| But I got songs I wanna sing
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| The new ones, the old ones, and the in between
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| This dream keeps chasing me
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| Like the bees in the yard back when I was a kid
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| Like my little brother on his BMX
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| I ran and I ran till I was out of breath
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| I tried for a while to deny
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| Who I was always born to be
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| I swear I’m not chasing down this dream
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| This dreams been chasing me
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| When I think back to that little girl
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| Singing in her hairbrush to the whole wide world
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| With all my dolls lined up on my bed
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| I can’t let her down and I can’t forget
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| This dream keeps chasing me
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| Like the bees in the yard back when I was a kid
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| Like my little brother on his BMX
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| I ran and I ran till I was out of breath
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| I tried for a while to deny
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| Who I was always born to be
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| I swear I’m not chasing down this dream
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| This dreams been chasing me
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| And it’s not the fame or the money
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| Something inside says keep on running
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| While this dream keeps chasing me
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| Like the sun in the rearview on the interstate
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| Like the good Lord did before I was saved
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| And he won’t let me pray it away
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| I tried for a while to deny
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| Who I was always born to be
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| I swear I’m not chasing down this dream
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| This dreams been chasing me |