| I met the man, when I was fifteen
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| Seen him in all the papers, on T.V. and magazines
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| So I had to ask him, what’s the difference between
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| Those who make a wish, those who spin wheels
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| And those who ride in white limosines like you, mister
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| Won’t you tell me one thing
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| Some have the passion and they control the ride
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| Some settle for whatever happens
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| As years pass they see their lives just slip on by
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| The world keeps a' turnin'
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| It’ll leave you behind
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| Nothin' else matters, nothin’s worth learnin'
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| Until the dream you have inside
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| It’s the one thing, the one thing there’s no denyin'
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| So find yourself a dream and some piece of mind
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| 'Cause money and power won’t buy it
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| It’s the one thing, nothin' else matters
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| And somewhere you might have heard the good times are through
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| And good luck is somethin' you’re born with
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| I know it just ain’t true
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| The world keeps a' turnin'
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| I wouldn’t tell you no lie
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| Nothin' else matters, nothin’s worth learnin'
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| Until the dream that you have inside
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| Nothin' else matters |