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When you're five, you're drawing stars in kindergartenWondering what you'll be when you grow upIt doesn't matter that you draw the stars with purple crayonsOr that you color outside the linesYour parents, your teachers, they praise your creativity'Cause the world is a great big piece of paper waiting for youTo color inThen one day you graduate from collegeAnd they say you'd better get that resume in lineIt's not ok to color outside the linesThere's not much room for creativity in this corporate worldWork 9-5, be a success, stick to the safe dreamsThey say the world is a great big oyster waiting for youTo open itGreater than the death of flesh is death of hope, the death of dreamsI give you time unlimited to flyFind your passion, find the thing you know that you were called to doThere's almost nothing in my bank accountBut I'm still trying to chase this dreamI don't have much to giveBut at least I can give you a songI don't have much to giveBut at least I can give you a song From Letras Mania