| Nothing here is different
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| Nothing’s changed at all
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| And Livingston’s gone to Texas
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| They say he had a ball
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| They say he learned to be a cowboy
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| They say he learned to rope and ride
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| But I wonder if he ever
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| Thinks about the tears his woman cried
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| Now Holly won’t you let me
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| Try and make you smile
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| Now you loved him as if he were your husband
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| Now he’ll be gone awhile
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| Wrote he had to see the the country
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| On starry nights he wished that you were there
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| And so it shows wherever he goes
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| Deep inside you know he really cares
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| It’s crazy and it’s different
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| But it’s really being free
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| And reasons the world would want to question
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| Make sense to you and me
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| Nothing here is different
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| Nothing’s changed at all
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| Livingston’s still in Texas
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| The snow’s about to fall |