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If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason |
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If all I was was passing time, my life was just a season |
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Dares and dreams and silly schemes and fillies running freely |
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I was young and no song was sung that didn't sound appealing |
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I'd have my fun with a shy girl and maybe hop a train |
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And I'd look back at her standing in the rain |
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Dirty hands and root beer stands and money like a river |
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Making deals to see how it feels to get more than you're giving |
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I'd have my fun with a gamblin man and bluff him with my face |
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And it's drinks for everybody in the place |
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If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason |
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If all I was was passing time my life was just a season |
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If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason |
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If all I was was passing time my life was just a season |
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Shouting crowds and mummer's shrouds and people going crazy |
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Always said what was in their heads it surely was amazing |
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I had my fun in the bull ring and never got a scar |
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It really wasn't hard to be a star |
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If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason |
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If all I was was passing time my life was just a season |
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If all my days was hills to climb and circles without reason |
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If all I was was passing time my life was just a season |