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Just let it go
They tell her, "no"
'coz these things don't work out
She packs her bag
She's not coming back
She has dreams to make out
A journey, a taste of a dream
Scar -- she'll deny, she won't cry
She says,
" baby, sometimes i feel like a clown
Working my way around town
Saving my last dime
To feed my dreams
And maybe, my name could light up this town
I could stand out from this crowd
Take all the chances
To be what i hope to be
What i'm meant to be..."
Works for a tip
Her bitter life she sips
Day dreaming for her way out
Yearns for that chase
Struggles some days
Holds a life with no doubts
A journey, a taste of a dream
Scar -- she'll deny, she won't cry
A journey, a thrill, a taste of a dream
A scar -- she'll deny, she won't cry
