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Keith Urban Hold On To Your Dreams

the soul Dreams are the highways that lead to your goal Hold on, hold on, You've got to hold on, hold on Hold onto your dreams 'cause someday baby Your

Times Square I make noise like open high hats on your cheap snare No promotional shows, girls wear corn rows People with hooded sweaters on crack keep me on

I make noise like open high hats on your cheap snare No promotional shows, girls wear corn rows People with hooded sweaters on crack keep me on my toes