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There's gonna be a better day, gotta find a different kind of place.
Gonna find a better way, gotta get a brand new face.
People speak of all kinds of dreams; on good days, they plan bad things.
Rich girls don't like boys like me, can't be tied down - gotta be free.
Sold my soul for a chance to see, for a chance to live and a chance to dream.
Preacher man says for 10%, there's many things God will forget.
But he don't know the things I know - the face, places, the stories I hear.
Guess I better get up and go, face the world - chase the fear.
So many things left to do - we fight 'til the end, it's never through.
Don't know why we feel this way - gotta fight on for a better day.
Good God, help us all. Help me stand up when I fall.
Keep me goin' until I die. 'Til the soldier come home from the battle cry.