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When we all become famous in the skyWe'll have no reason to doubt or wonder whyThere'll be whipped cream toppings on our pieces of pieWhen we all become famous in the skyI see no dang reason to be shyI'm so dang happy I could... cryWe'll be long since remembered when we dieWhen we all become famous in the skyWe'll have gold guitars strapped to our backsWe'll go everywhere we please without a map'Cause it really don't matter; we'll be well-to-do chapsWhen we all become famous in the skyWhen we all become famous in the skyWhen we all become famous in the sky From Letras Mania