Times were good,
She never thought about the future, she just did what she would
Oh but she really cared
About her music, it all seemed so important then,
And she dreamed that every time that she performed
Everyone would cry for more,
That all she had to do was step into the light,
And everyone would start to roar.
And on the road,
Where all but a few fall by the wayside on the grassier verge,
She battled through
Against the others in her world, and the sleep, and the odds.
would
wayside
waited
where
thought
strong
uphill
thinking
stepped
start
there
seemed
through
score
really
everyone
everybody
about
against
cared
verge
everytime
people
cried
called
sleep
every
battled
feeling
times
future
world
important
dreamed
light
might
nobody
others
songs
never
music
performed
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