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Making Good Lyrics - Stephanie J. Block: This Place I Know - Stephanie J. Block

That hatchet-faced hag who's pointing at me with a sneer 

I don't see her 

Those giggling girls with the whispers they want me to hear 

I don't hear them 

 

The boy with the spitball behind me 

If I suddenly turn, oh look, he's lost his nerve 

Right now, I'm their prey, right now, I'm their quarry 

But there'll come a day, they all will be sorry 

And sorry will be all that they deserve 

 

At long, long last, I'm making my way out of here 

Erase the past, it's as of today, clean and clear 

Today I stood my quest to find my special destiny 

Do more than just the best I could 

 

'Cause in my gut I know I can do something great 

I don't know what yet but when I'm through, just you wait 

When they see what I've done they'll tell me you're so wonderful 

We wish back then we'd understood, you'd be making good 

 

Good, I'll be making good 

Undertaking new inventions or discoveries 

Maybe find a cure for some disease 

Maybe I can make world hunger cease 

Or else maybe paint a masterpiece 

 

Something that astounds, something that amazes 

Something that has everybody singing my praises 

 

At long, long last I'm taking my turn at my own life 

Just watch how fast I'm going to learn how to fly 

Just watch the lightning strike and when they see what I can do 

All Oz will love me like they should in all likelihood 

Once I'm making good 

 

Unlimited, my future is unlimited 

And I just had a vision almost like a prophecy 

I know you can call me crazy and true the vision's hazy 

But I swear someday there'll be a celebration throughout Oz 

That's all to do with me, you'll see 

 

Oh, at long, long last they're cheering my name and what's more 

Guess what old bastards come here to claim 

Credit for his magic child of his to say how proud he is of me 

For doing things the wizard could not even contemplate 

 

So you can go ahead and laugh till your sides are aching 

But if I do half the wonders I feel waking 

You'll be cheering after I am finished making good 

No, not making good, making great 

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