I'll play guitar to make the rent,
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And you can make our family three.
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I might not make a million dollars,
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But then a million dollars won't make me.
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I'm lookin' out at the stars tonight,
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And I've been thinkin' about this human zoo.
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There's poor old Leo watchin' the cars roll by,
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And screamin' up at who knows who?
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Believe in you...
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And I'll believe in me.
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Desperate men divided
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In these glorious fields of green,
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And we all pray to Heaven
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To help us fix this broken machine.
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There's too much talk about the clouds of gray
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When there's a great big sky of blue.
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I turn off the TV and look in your eyes,
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And I know that I've found somethin' true.
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Just believe in you...
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And I'll believe in me.
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This is the age of the icons made of sand,
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From the rock and roll star to the local preacher man,
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From the football hero to the politician with his plan...
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Well, darlin'...
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Just believe in you...
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And I'll believe in you too.
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Someone's gonna sue for harassment,
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Someone gonna sue 'cause they can't forget.
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Someone gonna sue poor old Phillip J. Morris
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For sellin' 'em one too many cigarettes...
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And Phillip Morris, well, he'll probably sue me
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For puttin' his name in this song...
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And all across America
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We're tryin' to teach our children how to get along...
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Just believe in you...
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And I'll believe in me.
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Yeah, just believe in you...
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And I'll believe in you too.
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Believe In You
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Brian Burns |