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I aint a cowboy no more |
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I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before |
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I get so tired yet can't sleep |
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Or maybe I'm there this could all be a dream |
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I wish you didn't get hung up so easily, |
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When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams |
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I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans |
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I aint a cowboy no more |
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You won't hear my spurs clinck down the hall |
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I learnt the trade off the street |
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I hold my head up everytime time that we meet |
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I wish you didn't get hung up so easily |
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When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams |
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I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans |
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Well I got no choice |
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You know you just take me over |
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Well you'll never see me dyin' |
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Or ever stop me tryin' |
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God willin' always keep me flyin'...high |
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I aint a cowboy no more |
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I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before |
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I learnt the trade off the street |
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I hold my head up everytime that we meet |
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I wish you didn't get hung up so easily |
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When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams |
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I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans |
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Yeah, like an old pair of jeans |
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Yeah, like an old pair of jeans |
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Yeah, like an old pair of jeans |
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Like an old pair of jeans |
