As a kid,
I had a dream.
To be the king,
And have a Queen.
To prove them wrong,
And write this song.
I come from a small town,
Dream of the big crown,
They tell me I`ll go down,
Not if I can rhyme this noun.
Been too busy playin` it small,
Now I`m going all out,
I`ll one day stand tall,
I`ll one day kill your doubt.
I`ll one day walk the road,
Very few ever did,
I`ll one day carry the load,
You never did!
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