Don't tell me money's nothing
Look around, I can't get a job
But I work to live,
I don't live to work.

So my head's all filled with "yes I can"
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And my suitcase packed with my master plan
With my lucky penny swinging around my neck

If I was half the man that I wanna be
With my feet step to some degree
But the only way that I need to go is up

It's my time to shine, on the picket line
And my letters begged and my picket sign
Get, your, hands, up.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa,
One two three four,
This is for the dreamer
Move it, Do it, Lose it,
I'm home.


Ryan Sheridan - The Dreamer