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My little brother gotta engine on him, gotta engine on him
And he can't slow down
My little brother gotta engine on him, gotta engine on him
And he can't slow down

But he dreams and he hopes on
Better than anyone I've ever known in this world, in this world
My little brother gotta engine on him, gotta engine on him
And he can't slow down

My little sister's pretty as a princess and hotter than a pistol
When the sun goes down
My little sister's pretty as a princess and hotter than a pistol
When the sun goes down

And all the dreams may grow long
Try to find a place to call it home in this world, in this world
My little sister's pretty as a princess and hotter than a pistol
When the sun goes down

We must have fallen pretty hard when we fell in love with money
Because looking at her now the sunny days don't seem so sunny
But the clouds are filled with music so let it fall on us like rain
I can feel it in the air, see it dancing on my window pane

I guess the gods that hold the key
Just don't want us to believe in this world
I believe in this world, I believe

My little guitar got a few songs in her, gotta few songs in her
That ain't been found
My little guitar got a few songs in her, gotta few songs in her
That ain't been found