Letra da Música Alana de Dexter's Kin

Just let it go
They tell her, "no"
'coz these things don't work out

She packs her bag
She's not coming back
She has dreams to make out
A journey, a taste of a dream
Scar -- she'll deny, she won't cry

She says,
" baby, sometimes I feel like a clown
Working my way around town
Saving my last dime
To feed my dreams
And maybe, my name could light up this town
I could stand out from this crowd
Take all the chances
To be what I hope to be
What I'm meant to be..."

Works for a tip
Her bitter life she sips
Day dreaming for her way out

Yearns for that chase
Struggles some days
Holds a life with no doubts
A journey, a taste of a dream
Scar -- she'll deny, she won't cry

A journey, a thrill, a taste of a dream
A scar -- she'll deny, she won't cry