| I’ll take my time here, there’s no reason to rush
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| I’d even let the cattle ride away — I wouldn’t blink an eye
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| No I wouldn’t blink an eye
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| He walks by, paints a freeway to go far
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| But I ride his motorcycle round and round him twenty times
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| I go nowhere twenty times
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| Oh, everytime I do put on boots
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| I feel the charge as a good thing to run to
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| But I only hear the rattlesnake winds
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| They blow dust and I’m helpless to fight back
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| Can you bring me
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| A fresher perspective please?
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| May I be a prouder conqueror
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| Just bathing in the light?
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| Just bathing in the light?
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| Oh true it’s brighter than
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| Sky we left years ago
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| I’ll take a photograph and pass it by my eyes
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| For all these times that
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| I decamp so wearily
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| Oh, everytime I do put on boots
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| I feel the charge as a good thing to run to
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| But I only hear the rattlesnake winds
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| They blow dust and I’m helpless to fight back |