| Coming up no plans
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| Betty AV, Monahans. |
| Little in a football town
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| Waiting for some right to come around.
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| Praying for release
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| Bottle Rockets in the streets.
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| Never really had a dad, no all that you had was your hope…
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| Keep your eyes open where you roam
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| Because you never know when your life’s about to change.
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| Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
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| And forget who you think you are.
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| Don’t say another word.
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| You’re meant for greatness.
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| The mirror’s her nemesis from insecure accomplices.
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| And crooked blokes in disguise messed you up behind your eyes.
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| Now you’re scared to talk, scared to dance.
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| And sick of clichés about second chances,
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| But it’s time to live or time to fade.
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| Somewhere in this place there is hope.
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| Keep your eyes open where you roam
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| Because you never know when your life’s about it change.
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| Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
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| And forget who you think you are.
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| Don’t say another word.
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| You’re meant for greatness.
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| Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
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| And forget who you think you are.
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| All the fear within your world, you can take it…
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| And greatness isn’t what you think
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| It’s not being up on that silver screen.
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| It’s not convincing people you don’t fall apart.
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| It’s just loving and serving and being who you are.
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| You were made in an image of greatness.
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| Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
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| And forget who you think you are.
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| Don’t say another word.
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| You’re meant for greatness.
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| Just for a moment start to forget about the scars
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| And forget who you think you are.
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| All the fear within your world, you can take it… |