| I was no daddy’s dream
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| Was not your mama’s prayer
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| But I was your first and your
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| Last ticket outta there
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| I caught your wings on fire
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| When I smoked my Bronco tires
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| Outta that town
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| I’m good at rollin' dice
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| No good at standing still
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| You liked the thought of chasin'
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| Life instead of dollar bills
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| We’re livin' wreckless
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| Nothin' to catch us, baby
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| But the ground
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| This ain’t for everybody
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| Toes hanging off the ledge
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| Like we got nothin' to lose
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| Ain’t always heaven, baby
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| This livin' on the edge
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| You holdin' me holdin' you
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| It’s a hell of a view
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| I paint with my old Gibson
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| You paint your purple sky
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| This town’s our canvas, baby
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| Let’s paint it red tonight
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| Go out like shooting stars
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| Chasing what’s in our hearts
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| Into the blue (Into the blue)
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| This ain’t for everybody
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| Toes hanging off the ledge
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| Like we got nothin' to lose
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| Ain’t always heaven, baby
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| This livin' on the edge
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| You holdin' me holdin' you
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| It’s a hell of a view
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| Hell of a view
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| We ain’t for everybody
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| Toes hanging off a ledge
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| Like we got nothin', we got nothin' to lose
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| Ain’t always heaven, baby
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| This livin' on the edge
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| You holdin' me holdin' you
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| It’s a hell of a view
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| Hell of a view
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| Hell of a view
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| Hell of a view |