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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nevaeh Robyn Marie Dyson
Nevaeh Robyn Marie Dyson
Background Vocals
Dan Harden
Dan Harden
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nevaeh Robyn Marie Dyson
Nevaeh Robyn Marie Dyson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Harden
Dan Harden
Producer

Lyrics

I feel I'm being pulled in two dozen directions and I feel I'm being sold at all of the world's auctions but I'm doing all the bidding and I'm doing all the talking and Nobody's wanting what I'm selling Cause if being a doctor was everyone's hobby There'd be tons of doctors who don't make no money so We'd tell 'em to get a real job or go hungry But then who would be left to save all our families Two dozen times I've been told to be realistic And get my head on right Two dozen times I've blinked back tears of frustration You don't understand my life Though you think you might What gives you the right To tell me two dozen times I told somebody I went to work the other day He looked me in the eye and said "You finally stopped singing" I always let it slide It's just his curious side We'll both leave the conversation unsatisfied Cause if being a lawyer was everyone's hobby There'd be tons of lawyers who don't make no money So we'd tell 'em to get a real job or go hungry But then who would be left to represent our families Two dozen times I've been told to be realistic And get my head on right Two dozen times I've blinked back tears of frustration You don't understand my life Though you think you might What gives you the right To tell me two dozen- Times oh Oh— Cause if being a doctor was everyone's hobby There'd be tons of doctors who don't make no money so We'd tell 'em to get a real job or go hungry But then who would be left to save all our families And I have a theory 'bout all these opinions That music is trafficked through media addiction If there was this much content over being a pharmacist I'd think I know the business and I'd tell you how to do it So since being a musician is everyone's hobby There are many musicians who don't make no money So we tell 'em to get a real job or go hungry Abandoning art which brings joy and prosperity Two dozen times I've been told to be realistic And get my head on right Two dozen times I've blinked back tears of frustration You don't understand my life What gives you the right To tell me two dozen times
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