| I've lived in lonely cities
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| I've crossed deserts on camel back
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| And I've filled the halls of folklore with things I'd rather we forget
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| I could sweep you off the street so saying this is goddamn tough
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| But this town might be big enough...
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| See, I reckon what you're saying
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| But this dog's run every course
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| I've roam without my boots on
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| I've raced without my horse
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| And then I ate my horse's meat straight from my horse's bones
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| 'Cause this dog
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| Must roam alone
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| You could shoot me in the mountains
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| In the cold fat rain
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| We could do it in the countryside
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| As we walk the plain
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| It wouldn't give us any closure
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| All cowboys need to trust
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| That this town might be big enough
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| For both of us
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| Well, I'd be a doggamn liar
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| If I said this ain't a lonely town
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| And what I wouldn't give
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| To have a friend around
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| We could trade in all our silver bullets
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| And buy a patch of dust
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| This town might just be big enough
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| For all of us
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| Everybody!
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| This town!
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| This world!
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| Are you big enough?
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| From Australia to America
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| And Russia and China
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| All of Asia
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| Let me out
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| Europe and Great Britain
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| Oh Canada
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| In Croatia and Serbia
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| Kenya get it India
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| It's serious in Syria
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| Believe in us Bolivia
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| We're Ghana be big enough
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| For Africa, South Africa
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| South Korea, North Korea
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| Algeria, Nigeria
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| Antarctica, Around the Equator
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| Cuba, Indonesia
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| Jamaica, we'll take ya
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| To Florida and catch you later
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| I'll catch you later
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| Christianity, Islam, Judaism
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| Let me out |