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He was so strong |
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he was so bold |
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When they made |
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him |
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they broke |
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the mold |
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If he heads |
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this way |
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when the moon |
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is slow |
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Come over |
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and pray |
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they'll turn |
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the buffalo |
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they'll turn |
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the buffalo |
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There's a need |
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to sleep |
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in the shag |
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of his stomach |
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Slide around |
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his eye |
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with your love |
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in tow |
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If he heads |
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this way |
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don't you say |
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hello |
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Get out of |
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the way |
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they'll turn |
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the buffalo |
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they'll turn |
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the buffalo |
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Our town |
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our town |
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do love a |
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stampede |
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Stampede by |
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my jacket |
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in the park |
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Someday I'll |
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pick it up |
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look for the |
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label and |
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whisper |
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Tilt |
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ain't got no |
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no no |
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Tilt |
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got none at |
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all |
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Tilt |
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ain't got no |
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no no |
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A mother waits |
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as still as |
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the moonlight |
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Standing in |
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long grass |
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with her |
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cold cold |
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nose |
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What she feels |
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so deep |
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she will never |
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show |
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Baby don't |
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you weep |
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they'll turn |
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the buffalo |
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they'll turn |
|
the buffalo |
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Our town |
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our town |
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do love |
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a stampede |
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Stampede |
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by my old |
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jacket |
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in the park |
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Someday |
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I'll pick it |
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up |
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look for the |
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maker and |
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whisper |
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Tilt |
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ain't got no |
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no no |
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Tilt |
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got none at |
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all |
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Tilt |
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ain't got no |
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no no |
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not at |
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all |
