I love these lyrics by Andrew Peterson. I hope you do too.
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Well I live in Nashvegas and I sing and I play,
And everybody thinks that I write my own.
There’s a fellow named Guido who lives in Inceno,
Who wrote song every song that I know.
Well he sends MP3′s for a nominal fee,
And I sing them and play them and tell them that it’s me.
I’m in over my, over my, over my head,
If they knew I was nothing but gold-painted lead,
They’d stone me, dethrone me, and leave me for dead,
I’m in over my, over my head.
I’m in over my, over my head.
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