By Michael P. Carman


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Verse:

I'm a fortunate son of a fortunate son
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Livin' large on the wrong side of town
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I want to kick it all down
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Play the intro and chorus to this:

Eyes wide open. . .I can't see
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Lyrics:

(Verse)
I'm a fortunate son, of a fortunate son,
        Living large on the wrong side of town.
Too many friends and the fun never ends,
        Drinkin' and hangin' around.
I wanna' own the world, I wanna' swallow it whole.
        At least I could kick it all down.
        I wanna' kick it all down.

(chorus)
Eyes wide open, I can't see.
Eyes wide open, what you mean.
Eyes wide open, I can't seem to be.

(berse)
I don't take the bus, and I never walked too far,
        The furthest I got was my own backyard.
A fist full of cash that somebody else earned,
        They sent me some more when it all got burned.
I wanna' take control, I wanna' make it all mine.
        At least I could kick it all down.
        I wanna' kick it all down.

(chorus)
Eyes wide open, I can't see.
Eyes wide open, what you mean.
Eyes wide open, I can't seem to be