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Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelievedIn these small town streets too longI've held nothin' but aces and been many placesAnd hung on the corner 'til dawnBut my hands have been tiedTo a life I've been deniedI'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toyAnd workin' a nine to fiveWell I worked like a fool 'til after done with high schoolJust to form a rock and rollin' bandBut the streets were exploding and my life I was decodingHad a dream I couldn't understandAnd I work it out everydayFor no fun and very little payI'm just a smal town boy bein' used like a toyAnd doin' what other people sayWell I've drooled and fooled and been ridiculedFor havin' dreams just above my reachAnd I've lied and died and tried suicideFor all the things you people want to preachBut I always had to turn the other wayWhen I heard those homefolks say(They say) You're just a small town boy bein' used like a toyAnd livin' on a day to dayLetras de cancionesBut you must believe that when I walk down the tracksAll those young girls fall back and sayThere goes that sleek young silhouetteHe don't drive no CorvetteBut he stings just like a Sting RayAnd that's my only redemption in this house of detentionThat keeps me from simply blowin' it all away'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heatI say, God don't take this awayWell by the end of the day, all the kids would go playAnd I'd come staggering back homeWith a dream in my hand and a master planThat wouldn't leave my mind aloneWell I compromised all my schemesAnd I fluctuated all my dreamsI'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toyAnd nothing is like it really seemsBut what a fool I must seem to have all these dreamsAnd try to live them all throughIt's like a slap in your face, with a Mercurochrome tasteWhen the dream is long overdueAnd it seems kinda strange that nobody cameTo the game that I have put myself throughAnd when I walk down the street in the hot summer heatI say, what the hell can I doWell I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positionsGonna help me hide all this painAnd all the hurt that I've felt underneath my leather studded beltOf not findin' my fortune and fameSome day I'll blow 'em away with the things that I sing and I sayI'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toyAnd waitin' on my pay dayI'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toyAnd waitin' on my pay day From Letras Mania