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Hopefuls


I sleep and travel in my car
Along the way I make my pay by nightly gigs in bars
One dream, one vision burns in my mind
That one day will be my turn for a contract to sign
There is fame and fortune doing what I do best
To me every bar or whole in the wall is another concert, must give it all nothing
less
Forget the idea of me being a wannabe, I am not a dime a dozen
I have no hook ups, I am nobody's cousin
Music and song come from within
It is the true beauty that lies below the skin
I hear there is American Idol auditions in the next town
All the hype, glitter, lights and sounds
The line is a mile long
Everyone wanting to finish their unfinished song
This is their therapy, a way to cleanse their souls
So much untapped talent here, they are all hopefuls
Excitement, nervousness, tension in the air
Becoming a big star is a dream we all share

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