| Me country boy
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| A little naive, provincial
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| So many dreams in the drawer
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| A great desire to sing
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| And traveling around the world
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| I have learned to respect
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| Proverbs that my grandmother
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| She made me act
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| Wife and oxes of your country
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| Who despises wants to buy
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| But the funniest is one in particular
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| What is beautiful is not beautiful
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| But what you like is beautiful
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| It sounds like a play on words
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| But that's the holy truth
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| Because the heart is not commanded
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| And you don't need reason
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| Because everyone has their moons
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| His star to grab him
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| Because the heart is not commanded
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| And you don't need reason
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| Because everyone has their moons
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| His star to grab
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| Every day is an adventure
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| You don't stop learning
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| And for every misstep
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| There is a price to pay
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| Sometimes this overcharge
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| I paid very high for it
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| And who had had had had
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| And he who has given has given has given
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| But of this life in music
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| I can not complain
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| And to those who believe in love
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| I will continue to sing
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| What is beautiful is not beautiful
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| But what you like is beautiful
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| It sounds like a play on words
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| But that's the holy truth
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| Because the heart is not commanded
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| And you don't need reason
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| Because everyone has their moons
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| His star to grab
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| In love there are no rules
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| And you don't need reason
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| Because everyone has their moons
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| His star to grab
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| In love there are no rules
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| And you don't need reason
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| Because everyone has their moons
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| His star to grab
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| His star of him his star
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| His moons of him his star
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| His star of him his star
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| His star to grab |