| He was sixteen, tender and tough
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| She was too, and he’d do anything to prove his love
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| With so much riding on the choice at hand
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| The spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a man
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| Hearts caught fire and love ran wild
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| She cried the day she called to say she was having his child
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| With so much riding on the choice at hand
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| The spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a man
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| There’s a constant contradiction, what feels good and what feels right
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| But you live with decisions that you make in your life
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| And what steers your direction is hard to understand
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| The spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a man
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| Now he drives a diesel out of Dallas, hauling cars out to the coast
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| It ain’t the dream that he remembered, just a few short years ago
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| But tonight at a truck stop, while drinking a cup
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| The waitress grins and winks at him and says, «My shift’s almost up»
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| With so much riding on the choice at hand
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| The spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a man
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| With so much riding on the choice at hand
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| The spirit of a boy or the wisdom of a man |