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" Sing my songs, never thought I'd make it this far
Weren't so long ago that I used to sell nine bars
I live my life, I can prove it 'cause I got scars
Chant my name while I'm strummin' on my guitar
She said she had a thing for James Dean
And the music from the fifties
When they used to keep the streets clean
Faded memories of a young teen
Like the echo of an old dream
I carved her name into a sunbeam
'Cause she's my sun queen " - Gerry Cinnamon