| He’s working the night shift
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| To make ends meet somehow
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| He’s smarter than his own bossman
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| But he’s taking it for now
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| He knows in his own heart he was born for bigger
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| things
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| So he tunes the channel in his mind
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| Till the voice inside him sings
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| And I can hear the roaring of dreams in his head
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| The echoes of words still unsaid
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| The promise of unfinished prayers
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| High in mid ar
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| And he can hear the music of symphonies played
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| He’s standing on life’s center stage
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| Soon he will shatter the silence and rise
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| To the roaring of dreams
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| She takes his indifference
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| She buries it inside
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| To break free from his boundaries
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| She knows there’ll come a time
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| She goes through the motions
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| She puts up with the pain
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| She knows somehow, somewhere, someone
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| Will make her feel love again
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| And I can hear the roaring of dreams in her head
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| The longing of words left unsaid
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| The promise of unfinished prayers
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| High in mid air
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| And she can hear the sound of guitars gently played
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| From her balcony, love’s serenade
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| She closes her eyes and she opens her soul
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| To the roaring of dreams
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| The roaring of dreams, the thunder of hearts
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| The vision of things to come shines through the dark
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| There’s no guarantees
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| We stand up and take our best shot
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| Each child that is born is meant to survive
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| Not merely exist but to take to the sky
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| It’s no wonder why…
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| I can hear the roaring of dreams in his head
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| The echoes of words still unsaid
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| The promise of unfinished prayers
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| High in mid ar
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| And he can hear the music of symphonies played
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| He’s standing on life’s center stage
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| Soon he will shatter the silence and rise
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| To the roaring of dreams
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| Hold tight to the roaring of dreams
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| In the night, to the roaring of dreams
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| Hold tight to the roaring of dreams
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| In the night, to the roaring of dreams
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| Hold tight to the roaring of dreams |