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troy junker – dreamin’ lyrics

chorus [cale crowe]
i’ve been dreamin’ i’d be somebody
i’ve been dreamin’ my time is my design
i’ve been dreamin’ i’d be somebody
now i’m awake and this life is mine

verse 1 [troy junker]
i only laid to take a nap
what time is it and who the heck is that?
just yesterday i was taking out the trash
the water soaked my shoes, what a pain in the -ss
now my, shoes are clean and my clothes are pressed
the only, weight on my shoulders from the shoulder press
22s when i really flew from the nest
these new places and new faces are as real as it gets
i came up with the coolest, i don’t got no shame
thinking back on all the fun that we had
i wouldn’t change a motherf-cking thing

chorus [cale crowe]
i’ve been dreamin’ i’d be somebody
i’ve been dreamin’ my time is my design
i’ve been dreamin’ i’d be somebody
now i’m awake and this life is mine

verse 2 [troy junker]
i never thought to stop and take a second look
write a couple notes up in my book
a coincidence or is this all luck?
recovering from losing all trust
i been dreaming right from the beginning
staying warm in a spinnin’ world that’s so frigid
speak your mind, i insist it i had to find the right tools when they were hidden
i changed my views, my friends down to my posture
so advanced from what i was i’m like my futuristic martian
now we calculating margins
ain’t it funny? we started writing right between the margins

chorus [cale crowe]
i’ve been dreamin’ i’d be somebody
i’ve been dreamin’ my time is my design
i’ve been dreamin’ i’d be somebody
now i’m awake and this life is mine

verse 3 [troy junker]
to the airport in that white limo
in the back playing on nintendo
the champ is colder than an icicle
this is so much different than my bicycle
i remember, i borrowed nathans dad’s acer
just to record my friend and i, in my parent’s bas-m-nt
i was sp-cing, chasing all these skyscr-pers
i’d be insane without paper, pencils or erasers
luggage tags and a couple bags, call me mr. window seat
luggage tags, a couple bags, you can kick it if you real with me

- troy junker lyrics

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