You choke, miss the boat, bomb out, cave in, fall flat on your face
Yeah that's everyday life
But sometimes...
You hit a good lick, the stars light up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top
Yeah, cream of the crop!
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sittin' in the dark waitin' your turn
But every now and then you burn
You go wild in style, chest out chin up, you're king for a day
And then reality hits like a fist, hits you hard, steals your thunder away
And when it beats you down
The wheel spins around and
You hit a good lick, the stars light up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top
Yeah, cream of the crop!
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sittin' in the dark waitin' your turn
But every now and then you burn
You burn like a beacon
Burn like a porch light
Burn like a blue star
Burn like a bon fire
Burn like a flicker in a red hot flame
Burn like a match in a deep dark cave
Like a midnight mile-high blaze
You hit a good lick, the stars light up
Your ship comes in, you make your mark
You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top
Yeah, cream of the crop!
You're the stuff, you set the bar
You beat the odds and there you are
Spend most your life sittin' in the dark waitin' your turn
But every now and then you burn
Yeah you burn.
Like a porch light
Like a blue fire
Yeah, you burn burn burn burn
You take a wrong turn, drop the ball, fall short, you labor in vain You choke, miss the boat, bomb out, cave in, fall flat on your face Yeah that's everyday life But sometimes... You hit a good lick, the stars light up Your ship comes in, you make your mark You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top Yeah, cream of the crop! You're the stuff, you set the bar You beat the odds and there you are Spend most your life sittin' in the dark waitin' your turn But every now and then you burn You go wild in style, chest out chin up, you're king for a day And then reality hits like a fist, hits you hard, steals your thunder away And when it beats you down The wheel spins around and You hit a good lick, the stars light up Your ship comes in, you make your mark You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top Yeah, cream of the crop! You're the stuff, you set the bar You beat the odds and there you are Spend most your life sittin' in the dark waitin' your turn But every now and then you burn You burn like a beacon Burn like a porch light Burn like a blue star Burn like a bon fire Burn like a flicker in a red hot flame Burn like a match in a deep dark cave Like a midnight mile-high blaze You hit a good lick, the stars light up Your ship comes in, you make your mark You catch a break, and you're sittin' on top Yeah, cream of the crop! You're the stuff, you set the bar You beat the odds and there you are Spend most your life sittin' in the dark waitin' your turn But every now and then you burn Yeah you burn. Like a porch light Like a blue fire Yeah, you burn burn burn burn Explain Request ×
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