That Certain Something
Kjelland/Ranney

I see the fame it brings you
To sell out every night and
Sometimes I wish I did
But I've got a spine and

Fortune smiles upon you
And brings endorsements with her
But you sing the songs that
Others pass along and

You've got that certain something
That I crave
But I know, in the end
I'll have my day

So you can dance together
In perfect harmony but
That just can't compare to
Writing your own music

Sometimes your lips are moving
But nothings coming out
You're just some sort of fad
I think that's kind of sad and

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