verse 1 
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I've been making music for about eleven years 
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I stay inside on summer days, I've drifted from my friends 
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My parents, they are so polite they want me to have kids 
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I'm working in a record store to try and pay my bills 


[Refrão]
Dm  C  G       Am 
All I  need to do is 
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 Make the music and try to be true 
Dm       C         G       Am 
It's not always so easy to do 
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But it's better than sitting around wishing I knew 

Post-Chorus 
       C        Em       C        Em 
Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh 
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Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh 

verse 2 
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Here I stand on Saturday watching the E Street Band 
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The boss and little Steven are both singing "Promised Land" 
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A tear escapes my eye because I know he speaks the truth 
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Feeling so inspired to write a song that's not as good 


[Refrão]
Dm  C  G       Am 
All I  need to do is 
Dm        C         G         Am 
 Make the music and try to be true 
Dm       C         G       Am 
It's not always so easy to do 
        Dm           C              G         Am 
But it's better than sitting around wishing I knew 

Post-Chorus 
       C        Em       C        Em 
Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh 
       C        Em       C        Em 
Who-ooh, ooh-ooh. Who-ooh, ooh-ooh 

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