Now That's What I Call Music! - You Get What You Give Lyrics
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| Now That's What I Call Music!
- You Get What You Give Lyrics
Album: Now That's What I Call Music, Vol. 2 Wake up kids We've got the dreamers disease Age fourteen They got you down on your knees So polite You're busy still saying please Frenemies Who when you're down ain't your friend Every night We smash their mercedes-benz First we run And then we laugh 'til we cry But when the night is falling And you cannot find the light If you feel your dream is dying Hold tight You've got the music in you Don't let go You've got the music in you One dance left This world is gonna pull through Don't give up You've got a reason to live Can't forget We only get what we give Four a.m. we ran the miracle mile We're flat broke But hey we do it in style The bad rich God's flying in for your trial But when the night is falling And you cannot find a friend You feel your tree is breaking Just bend You've got the music in you Don't let go You've got the music in you One dance left The world is gonna pull through Don't give up You've got a reason to live Can't forget We only get what we give This whole damn world can fall apart You'll be ok follow your heart You're in harms way I'm right behind Now say you're mine You've got the music in you Don't let go You've got the music in you One dance left The world is gonna pull through Don't give up You've got a reason to live Can't forget We only get what we give Don't let go I feel the music in you Fly high What's real can't die You only get what you give You're gonna get what you give Just don't be afraid to leave Health insurance rip off lying FDA big bankers buying Fake computer crashes dining Cloning while they're multiplying Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson You're all fakes run to your mansions Come round here we'll kick your asses.
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