Big Leagues

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[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 
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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 
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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 
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damn
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Im not that kind of man
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And I'll pray like hell to find 
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out, Jesus understands

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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 
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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, 
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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
About the wicked ways of women, 
about the easy road that always ends
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 up rough
I'll ask him why the Devil called 
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his bluff
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He gave all he had to give him, it
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 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 
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know for sure I didn't have the 
heart