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(carl jackson/pam gadd) |
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Well you thundered into my life like a steed out of control |
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Tried to rope my heart and tie me down with a little band of gold |
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And i hate to break your spirit 'cause i know your mind is set |
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Well you may be but i ain't ready yet |
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Hold your horses, you're steppin' outta line |
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Like a team of untamed stallions tramplin' on |
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This heart of mine |
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I'm no good beneath the reins, used to makin' my own choices |
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Hold your horses |
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I don't mean to act so skittish but when it comes to changin' names |
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There's a mighty sense of freedom still a rushin' through my veins |
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And your urgent need to settle down has got me runnin' scared |
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'cause i ain't quite ready for the rocking chair |
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Hold your horses, you're steppin' outta line |
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Like a team of untamed stallions tramplin' on |
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This heart of mine |
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I'm no good beneath the reins, used to makin' my own choices |
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Hold your horses |
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Hold your horses, you're steppin' outta line |
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Like a team of untamed stallions tramplin' on |
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This heart of mine |
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I'm no good beneath the reins, used to makin' my own choices |
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Hold your horses |
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Hold your horses... |
