| Even at my best
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| When all the texts are sent
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| I won’t let it ride, I can’t leave it
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| Won’t let it be alright
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| Meet me in the night
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| I don’t have a plan
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| So lend me a wounded hand
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| Something I should’ve said
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| Escapes me again
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| Say a little prayer
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| It’s the most that I can bare
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| When all I have left to claim
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| Is the experience
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| I, I, I want to dream deeper
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| Like rodeo fever, ah
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| I, I want to dream deeper
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| Like rodeo fever
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| You act so eager
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| For an underachiever
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| I am not a keeper
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| And I’ll never be neither
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| I want to dream
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| I want to dream
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| I want to dream
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| Fever, fever, fever
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| Fever, fever, fever
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| Fever, fever, fever
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| Fever, fever, fever
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| Fever, fever |