| Little Jimmy just bought high top sneakers
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| Wants to fly high like his heroes can
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| He’s got the smile like Michael Jordan
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| In the schoolyard, Jimmy, he’s the man
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| I’m sitting here watching his heart beating
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| He’s ten feet tall, all five feet four of him
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| Come six o’clock working out his foul shot
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| Who we fooling, Mama’s calling, she smiles and says
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| You and me, we’re ordinary people
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| Living in our ordinary lives
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| We can be ordinary people
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| These are extraordinary times
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| She lives alone, got four kids through high school
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| She cleans houses and she takes in wash at night
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| You’d never know that she don’t have much
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| Because she’s rich with the things money can’t buy
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| She don’t need clothes, she don’t want diamonds
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| Don’t need a brand new car to drive in
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| What she’s got is love and that’s a lot
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| At least it’s a good start
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| Everybody wants to be somebody
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| Everybody wants to be someone
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| We only want to watch the game on Sunday
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| Sit back, catch a little buzz
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| There is nobody wants to be nobody
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| Everybody wants a little love
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| Everybody wants to be the hero
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| And ride into the setting sun
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| And I’ve got dreams like ordinary people
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| I can see them when I close my eyes at night
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| Can’t you see we’re ordinary people
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| These are extraordinary times |