He spends his nights in California,
Watchin the stars on the big screen,
Then he lies awake and he wonders,
Why can’t that be me
Cause in his life he is filled
With all these good intentions
He’s left a lot of things
He’d rather not mention right now
But just before he says goodnight,
He looks up with a little smile at me,
And he says:

If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that,
what would I do,
What would I do…

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