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If Nobody Sang Along

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 28.06.2012

If there were no record labels
No radios or TVs
No magazines, no MTV
No channel to see

Would I even tell my story?
Would I even sing my song?
If nobody sang along
Would I take the time to write it?
Would I say what's on my mind?
If nobody sang along

Who's all this for?
Is it my song or yours?
Am I the superstar or are you?
I feel so challenged
Like I'm on trial
But if you aren't around, would I gotta tell the truth?

Would I even tell my story?
Would I even sing my song?
If nobody sang along
Would I take the time to write it?
Would I say what's on my mind?
If nobody sang along

Baby I like being played on the radio
Baby i like being just like the other girls
Baby i wish i was in more media
Maybe i need to just say what i wanna say

Maybe I should tell my story
Maybe I should sing my song
And somebody just might sing along
Maybe if I only write it
And just say what's on my mind
I'd be all over your TV screen
The radio would play what I believe
If I just say whats inside of me
I might set somebody free
If I just be me
Me


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