| And the way that I held and the trouble I found
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| You got me looking to ride
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| And the way that you carry and the trouble that’s coming
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| Boy you saddle up tonight
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| The quickest beast you can find
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| And half your night’s spent chasing me
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| And half your night stood still
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| Let our story be told in full
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| And boy you write the ending kind
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| The prettiest words you can find
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| And I heard those hooves that will carry you
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| They made thunder upon this night
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| And I’ve seen the land that they’ll race into
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| Where you’ll find me busted and wild
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| Lord the ending is coming
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| The prettiest place I could find |