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 [CHORUS:] 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'm told And sometimes the rainbow, baby is better than a 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 [CHORUS] 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 [CHORUS OUT]
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