| Give her back and give him back to her
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| Her Charlie stayed fenced in on underwood road, she grew old and
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| She forever took off her riding boots
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| You’ve been handed a year
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| Don’t let yourself forget you know the right way
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| Don’t leave those dirt trails dead
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| Always heard the roar for miles, ears were always burning
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| Don’t listen to what the holders told you
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| Don’t look to what the old will writers left you
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| I’m proud of you now, I’ve missed you for years
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| Seems like it’s just holidays,
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| We chase yellows you and I, we chase yellows you and I
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| Shortest sleep, longest dreams of downing beating hearts
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| Don’t walk, just roll down the aisles
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| Don’t contort to the shape of easy, don’t settle for just better or worse
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| Don’t set in your ways,
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| You know you can lean into me, you can lean into me,
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| Bluest gills, grayest eyes, lean into me |