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these faded jeans have seen some better days |
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under the sun, burnin' ablaze |
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the bright day we met in the spring of '01 |
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I tried to pull your heart strings just like pullin' a gun |
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cause my days are numbered, my days are done |
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my daddy was a pistol and I'm just a son of a gun |
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save me some land there, cause I'm on my way |
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where there's no heartache, a simple place to stay |
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It's not so bad here cause I ain't alone |
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It's been a long road home |
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meet me where the tall grass grows |
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and I'll pull you close |
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meet me where the tall grass grows |
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and you'll know |
