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Sheriff's boot heel |
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Scratching the swingadella's dance floor |
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What else could she feel? |
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But fear, if she can't dance no more |
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On way back home wonders meeting all |
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Those guys from the folk band |
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"One day I'll be as tall |
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As I'll be their friend." |
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She woke up smiling, |
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Her night was good and long |
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She bought a country dream |
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And paid with a folk song |
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In the other night |
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She came back even from far |
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Held the seller tight |
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After recognizing his guitar |
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"So that's you, singing and selling !" |
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She said " I cant believe I've found |
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Someone like you around." |
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(the morning) |
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For her a cup of coffee |
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Before the singing of the |
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Stinger night gale |
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For him an old city |
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As scenery to his dreams for sale |
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After that day |
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They get close in each other's strings |
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But if he doesn't play |
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She doesn't dream |
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Sweet time came |
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Time to sing love rhymes |
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No days were the same |
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Daily art was dropping lines |
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Between doors, walls and chords, |
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Became a time he remembers |
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From which he says "I miss you so" |
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I believe that's because |
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It takes two tango |
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Than he walks to boozery |
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Enjoys alone folknocracy |
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I believe that's because |
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It takes two tango |
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Than he walks to boozery |
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Enjoys alone folknocracy |
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Write songs telling why he got blindo |
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And forgets It takes two to tango |
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He tried to make it clear |
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But she was almost forgetting |
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About confusion |
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It was like she was a bootleg |
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And the old trunk was just illusion |
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Stars from constellations |
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Were the only thing could guide her gold |
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He made it hard again |
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After telling her swallowing stories |
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From dreams he sold. |
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Than he walks to boozery |
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Enjoys alone folknocracy |
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Write songs telling why he got blindo |
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And forgets It takes two to tango |
