VERSE I:
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I grew up in a small American town, where everytime we get knocked down we
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get back up, off the mat, the fighting mat. I like to believe in that.
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I daydream about a good dirt road, going as far as it can go. And my baby
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smiles when I pretend we're outta gas. I like to believe in that.
CHORUS:
Cadd9 D
With everything ive been through, and everything ive done.
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I like to believe that the best is yet to come.
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And the good times wont fly by too fast. I like to believe in that.
VERSE 2:
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I hope somewhere theres a dusty field that later on this year will yield a
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bumper crop, with just a broken back. I like to believe in that.
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And i pray somewhere theres a little white church on a corner, Sittin there
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with doors wide open, for those of us who may have slid off track.
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I like to believe in that.
CHORUS:
Cadd9 D
With everything ive been through, and everything ive done.
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I like to believe that the best is yet to come.
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And the good times wont fly by too fast. I like to believe in that.
OUTRO:
G Cadd9
I grew up in a small American town, where everytime we get knocked down we
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get back up, off the mat, the fighting mat. I like to believe in that.
