There's a burned out farm house down the road
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Barn's fallin' in, field's over grown
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Keep out signs on a broken fence, passers by say "what a mess"
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It don't cross their mind that not long ago, that was
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(chorus)
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Somebody's dream, somebody's hope
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Somebody's world, gone up in smoke
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Ain't life a twisting, turning, changing machine
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They had big plans, they had no doubts, but then the bottom fell out
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It fell apart at the seams
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You wouldn't know that it used to be
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Somebody's dream
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He's seventeen his thumbs in the air
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Running away to god knows where
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And no one wants to pick him up, all they see's a no good punk
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The tore up clothes, the cigarette, the hair, ah but that's
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(chorus)
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Somebody's dream, somebody's hope
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Somebody's world, gone up in smoke
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Ain't life a twisting, turning, changing, machine
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His folks had plans, they had no doubts, had his future figured out
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Guess he just figured differently
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Hey maybe you got room in your backseat
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For somebody's dream
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(bridge)
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Girl walks in the pawn shop to sell her wedding ring
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Says "since he left man it don't mean a thing"
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She's thinkin' about what happened, thinking what went wrong
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Man across the counters thinkin' what price tag he'll put on
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(chorus)
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Somebody's dream, somebody's hope
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Somebody's world, gone up in smoke
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Ain't life a twisting, turning, changing machine
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She had made plans, had no doubts, she had it figured out
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Guess he figured differently
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But still she knows someday she'll be
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Somebody's dream
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Somebody's Dream
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Tracy Byrd |