| We’re moving up country, where lady sings «Crazy»
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| And soaks up the looks from the boys at the bar
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| «This one’s for the non-believers», she roars
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| Was she ever in tune with a patience like yours?
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| But enough of this foolish, come off down of your stool
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| As I just laugh at the tales that I hear about you
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| I let things go for my sentimental heart
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| Would be skipping a beat if I believed but a half
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| But look who’s getting involved
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| But look who’s getting involved
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| But look who’s getting involved
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| Careful girl, you’ll give it all away
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| Careful girl, you’ll give it all away
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| And the wind and the rain in their wisdom arrive
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| Like foolish old friends we forgive them the slight
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| They offer excuses to offer you warmth
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| Who knows if this could be the start of it all?
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| Because we’re just moving up country, roaring the gospel
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| Cleaning the sugar is not too far away
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| It’s Jesus in the morning and there’s colour in your cheeks
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| I’ve never been prouder, than how you look today
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| But look who’s getting involved
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| But look who’s getting involved
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| Yeah, look who’s getting involved
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| Careful girl, you’ll give it all away
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| Careful girl, you’ll give it all away
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| Careful girl, you’ll give it all away
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| Careful girl, you’ll give it all away |