Difference between revisions of "Alexander O'Rourke/Introduction"
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| − | and the thread that | + | When the road gets rough and the sky gets jumpy and the stars start falling on top of your head and the waves start breaking against your legs; It's the thread in your seams that's tied to your dreams. |
| − | + | It's the sole in your feet that keep the beat; You're gonna be great, you're gonna be great, you're gonna be great; You're gonna find the cure, you're gonna be famous, you're gonna be shameless. | |
| + | Spittin' seeds in the wind, tap dancing with your shoe laces pinned, to the back of a bus at the end of the road, at the bottom of the ninth, with a crown on your head. | ||
| − | + | You're a queen, you're a king, you're the solo act in a sold out show at a six story stadium, and you're proud, you're a hero! You got a hero's grip. Swingin' by a single stitch. | |
| − | + | You follow your heart, follow the leader, you're the leader; Are you joking, are you breaking, are you shaking? You're the next living leader of the world. | |
| − | + | You're a kid. | |
| − | + | Holding onto the thread. | |
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Revision as of 21:21, 27 October 2012
When the road gets rough and the sky gets jumpy and the stars start falling on top of your head and the waves start breaking against your legs; It's the thread in your seams that's tied to your dreams.
It's the sole in your feet that keep the beat; You're gonna be great, you're gonna be great, you're gonna be great; You're gonna find the cure, you're gonna be famous, you're gonna be shameless. Spittin' seeds in the wind, tap dancing with your shoe laces pinned, to the back of a bus at the end of the road, at the bottom of the ninth, with a crown on your head.
You're a queen, you're a king, you're the solo act in a sold out show at a six story stadium, and you're proud, you're a hero! You got a hero's grip. Swingin' by a single stitch.
You follow your heart, follow the leader, you're the leader; Are you joking, are you breaking, are you shaking? You're the next living leader of the world. You're a kid. Holding onto the thread. That holds it together.
