Текст песни Alana

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