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He got on the small night bus and the tears began to fall down
As he gazed at the distant neon lights

Is there a dream that can't come true?
Someday he knows he'll have to say, "hasta la vista, baby"

These tears he has shed won't be for nothing
I remember his voice
As he held on tightly to the fragments of a broken dream
A barefoot Cinderella boy

He woke up to see the signs passing by outside the window in the dawn
His breath hitches as he sees before himself the familiar streets

The bus doors open silently
Behind him they whisper, "hasta la vista, baby"

The truth is he doesn't want to go home
His feet won't move forward
As he held tightly to his torn plans for the future
A trembling Cinderella boy

Is there anyone that doesn't match with him?
That can't be true

These tears he has shed won't be for nothing
I remember his voice
As he held tightly to the fragments of a broken dream
A barefoot Cinderella boy

A barefoot Cinderella boy