Big Leagues

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Strumming

[Verse 1]

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This could have been the big leagues, I could have been a star
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They say I had the talent, but they also say I didn't have the heart
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I Knew it from the start
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It might seem that it don't phase me, but it's tearing me apart

[Verse 2]

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I could have been a poet, and some folks say I am
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I could have been a preacher, but to save a soul, you gotta give a damn
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Im not that kind of man
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And I'll pray like hell to find out, Jesus understands

[Solo]

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[Verse 3]

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I wake up every morning hearing rhymes and melodies
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I've been around for ages, but no one else has heard them but me
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I just write'em down for free
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But I'll gladly take the credit, all I'm doing this for me

[Bridge]

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So I just sit here talking to the ghost of my old man and ask him stuff
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About the wicked ways of women, about the easy road that always ends up rough
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I'll ask him why the Devil called his bluff
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He gave all he had to give him, it was not enough

[Otro]

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This could have been the big leagues, you could have been a star
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May have had the talent, but I know for sure I didn't have the heart