verse 1
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I've been making music for about eleven years
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I stay inside on summer days, I've drifted from my friends
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My parents, they are so polite they want me to have kids
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I'm working in a record store to try and pay my bills
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All I need to do is
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Make the music and try to be true
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It's not always so easy to do
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But it's better than sitting around wishing I knew
Post-Chorus
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Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh
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Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh
verse 2
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Here I stand on Saturday watching the E Street Band
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The boss and little Steven are both singing "Promised Land"
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A tear escapes my eye because I know he speaks the truth
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Feeling so inspired to write a song that's not as good
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All I need to do is
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Make the music and try to be true
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It's not always so easy to do
Dm C G Am
But it's better than sitting around wishing I knew
Post-Chorus
C Em C Em
Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh
C Em C Em
Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh
Outro
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