above.
My dream is my job
Where I get to travel and creat and invent
Oh, no, no ,no, child
They say
No, you must get a job that makes money
Singers make money
And they do what I love
Oh, heaven's no
They say
Be a doctor
Or writers
They do what I love
Oh darling. So young
They say
Like I don't know the world
Don't know what I want to do
You have no idea what's out their
They say
Maybe you don't know what's in me
I say
I want to change my life
Be more than the expected
Way above that
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