| I lay here pretending to sleep
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| Someone’s always asking for something of me
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| I try to hide, but I’m stripped of my strength
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| Bound by the truth
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| Bored by the speed
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| And the promise of the fortune it brings
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| Oh mama, I just don’t believe
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| Like it happened in a Broadway scene
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| Are we still acting? |
| Is this the real you and me?
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| The words don’t flow, but my heart, it still bleeds
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| Bound by the love
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| The warmth that it brings
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| And the promise to fix everything
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| Oh mama, I just don’t believe
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| Angel wings tied to memories
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| They’ll never fly for you and I
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| Angel wings tied to melodies
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| They’ll never sing for you and me
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| A young man whose soul was burning
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| The hands of the people guiding him home
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| He was moving along, mama he was cooking
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| But the calendar won, his earnings are gone
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| The fortune that this young man saw
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| Oh mama, I don’t believe in it at all
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| Angel wings tied to memories
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| They’ll never fly for you and I
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| Angel wings tied to melodies
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| They’ll never sing for you and me
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| For you and me
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| They’ll never sing
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| They’ll never sing
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| They’ll never sing
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| They’ll never sing
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| They’ll never sing
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| Oh mama, I just don’t believe
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| Oh mama, I just don’t believe
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| Oh mama, I just don’t believe |