I was told a million times
Of all the troubles in my way
How I had to keep on trying
Little better evry day
But if I crossed a million rivers
And I rode a million miles
Then Id still be where I started
Bread and butter for a smile
Well I sold a million mirrors
In a shop in alley way
But I never saw my face
In any window any day
Well they say your folks are telling you
To be a super star
But I tell you just be satisfied
To stay right where you are
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