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Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Cry Tough

I wonder if we could do a hair-band song every day for a year? I think we could.
 
This song has empowered me during some very weak moments of my life.
 
This band could almost be considered the mascot band of the group of friends I hung out with in high school. Those people mean the world to me, even today. And I always know who I can call when I am in need.
 
Oh, and OUR C.C.: he played the drums.
 
 
"Cry Tough"

Remember the nights we sat and talked about all our dreams
Well little did we know then
They were more distant than they seemed
Well I knew it you knew it too
The things we'd go through
We knew the things we had to do to make it, baby.

You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true.

Life ain't no easy ride at least that's what I am told
Sometimes the rainbow baby is better than the pot of gold
You've got to stick it out whether you're wrong or right
And you can't give in without a fight to make it baby

You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true.

You gotta aim high, baby
whether you lose or win
And when you get to the top
You gotta get off or go right back down again

You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true.

You gotta cry tough
Out on the streets
To make your dreams happen
You gotta cry out
Out to the world
To make them all come true.

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