| Goodness knows it’s been a wonderful run
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| The autumn lakes with the children were swans
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| Your mothers convictions and your fathers predictions don’t seem so insane
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| They laugh, they say
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| your treasures are fake
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| But don’t throw it away
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| You’ve been framed with a beautiful name
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| You’ve been saved but you’ve lost your head
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| With halos and praise, the Trinity saves, But three’s a crowd
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| You flirt,
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| you drink,
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| you can’t stop your winking at the boys in the bar
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| All you need is a gun and a car
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| A country song if you don’t have the heart.
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| Cowboys and injuns, and the positive minions
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| where the highway’s not far
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| All you know, your shadow’s a ghost
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| Don’t let it scare you away |