Amy Macdonald

What makes you different from amyone in here
What makes you stand up from the crowd
What makes your mother so proud of you
What makes us worship at your ground
At night when you go to bed
Do these thoughts run through your head
When you're lying there all alone
Do you think of us instead
I don't kno where I'll be in ten years time
I want to be free
I don't car about the cameras
I don't care about the lights
All I wanted was an ordinary life
I don't know where I'll be in ten years time
Where wil the music take me