| You see I grew up as wild child
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| Played by my own rules
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| Stubborn as a motherfucker
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| You see I grew up as wild child
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| Played by my own rules
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| Stubborn as a motherfucker
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| I don’t wanna go to school
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| Math class is boring
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| Recess is old news
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| I just wanna chill and have fun like them older dudes
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| Yes I did and I never gave in
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| With my back to the wind
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| In the roof of your grin
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| I was out for the sting
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| When I wanna die, win
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| When they told me I’d lose
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| I just told 'em i’d win
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| And I snuck out of class
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| Headed down the road
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| Venture’d on home
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| Call me Indiana Omes
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| Said I never look back
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| I just set my own path
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| I don’t need a game plan
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| I can get my own map
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| Till girl means boy
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| And boy means girl
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| Never would’ve thought she would change his world
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| I remember that day when we met up in a range
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| She just looked me in the eye and she said one. |
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| I remember that day when we met up in a range
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| She just looked me in the eye and she said one. |
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| Don’t you see what I am, see what im doing
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| This is my life dont you see what i’ve ruined
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| Drowned my gift, dropped my fate
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| Forgot my dream i’ve lost my way
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| And there’s nobody to blame, nobody to call to
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| I was doing fine, why the fuck did i involve you
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| Ready as i am, i would never get the chance
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| To show you what i dreamt cause you never understand
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| I’m a cowboy by night, writer by the day
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| If i could find a saloon, i could find my way
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| Earn my living with my with my outlaw winnings
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| You could spend it all with me but i just can’t stay
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| Now everything’s gone, everything’s lost
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| Promising to god I have paid my cost
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| Never would’ve thought she’d ever let us go
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| But she missing in my heart, i can feel it in my soul
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| I remember that day when we met up in a range
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| She just looked me in the eye and she said one. |
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| What’s wrong, who cares
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| Its all wrong, cold stare
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| I’ve been wrong, about everything you owe me
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| And if i had another chance, to try it all again
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| Then you know you’d be looking at the old me
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| So if there’s anything left, anything at all
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| Lemme write that song, that’ll put you in my arms
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| I can see you a star, please don’t shoot
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| Please, just at least, let me speak my truth
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| Too little too late, she whispered in the wind
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| I wish you’d never left, this shouldn’t be the end
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| She’s always on my mind, when I’m thinking in my zone
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| When there’s nothing left to drink and I’m sitting here alone
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| The cards are on the table, the odds are looking grim
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| Indebted to regret, theres no profit in the win
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| I told her what she meant, just so she remembers that
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| I sent it with a prayer but she never wrote a letter back |