| Some girls dream of meeting a rich boy
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| Some girls dream of being a Playboy
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| But since I was young, I only had one
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| I dreamed of being a cowboy
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| I used to strut up and down my street
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| Wearing a stensen and boots on my feet
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| And in my mind, I’d go back in time
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| To a land of sand and whiskey
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| And ooh, ooh, all the other kids
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| They used to tell me I was strange
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| But ooh, ooh, I didn’t care what they think
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| I knew I belonged on the plains
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| 'Cause I was born to be a cowboy
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| Singing in a campfire song
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| I was born to be a cowboy
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| But the cowboys are gone
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| Soon I gave up on the rodeo
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| And started listening to the radio
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| Got lost in the sound and I found
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| That I was born to rock and roll
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| I started playing the electric guitar
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| And learned to limited repertoire
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| And dreamed of the days where the bands still played
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| And good music could make you a star
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| And ooh, ooh, most people said I should quit
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| Said I didn’t belong on stage
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| But ooh, ooh, I didn’t care what they think
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| I knew I had songs in my veins
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| 'Cause I was born to be a rock star
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| Live fast and die young
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| I was born to be a rockstar
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| But the rockstars are gone
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| How do you find your place in a world
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| Where you don’t belong?
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| All the worlds where I should have been
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| They’ve all come and gone
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| 'Cause I was born to be someone
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| It was written in my faith
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| I was born to be a someone
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| But maybe I was born too late |