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Don't Stop Believing
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| And then my father, when I was starving in Hollywood, I asked him if I should come home because frankly, rock and roll was kicking my butt in Hollywood. | |
| My father said, Son, I've always had a vision for your career. | |
| Don't you come to Chicago, you stay there. | |
| The Lord's got plans for you. | |
| Don't stop believing. | |
| I said, Okay, Dad, I won't stop. | |
| And it's a good thing I had the best old man in the world who never stopped believing in me. | |
| And I've got the greatest God in the world who never stopped believing in me. | |
| Jeff's a small town girl living in a lonely world. | |
| She took the midnight train going anywhere. | |
| Jeffson here boy born in Sympathet. | |
| At the midnight train, though Come on, help me out. | |
| The smell of wine, the cheap perfume for the smile that can chant the light. | |
| It goes on and on and on and on. | |
| Strangers waiting. | |
| Open out my bullet. | |
| The shadow searching in night. | |
| Street light people in the midst of friendly motions hiding somewhere in the night. | |
| Don't stop believing. | |
| Hold on to that free land. | |
| 3 Come on, come on. | |
| Come on, a little louder. | |
| Hear it so God can hear you. | |
| Come on. | |
| We all street light people one more time. | |
| Don't stop believing. | |
| Hold on to that free land. | |
| Street light people. | |
| Thank you Two songs I had in a little hand to do. | |
| I want to thank you. | |
| You got to come back. | |