| She left that loser in a dust cloud
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| Heart in his hand, chin on the ground
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| Cried her last tear for that clown
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| She can see a little clearer now
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| She said, «Oh, oh, I gotta go and find me»
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| Oh, oh she found the strength to break free
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| Like a painted wild mustang
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| Flyin’out across the open range
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| Finally gets to live her life that way
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| No fear, no fences, nobody-no reins
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| No reins
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| All she’s ever felt is held back
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| She says, «It's kinda nice to hear myself laugh»
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| She’s gonna do a lot more of that
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| She’s makin’plans and makin’tracks
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| She said, «Oh, oh I gotta go and find me»
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| Oh, oh she found the strength to break free
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| Oh, oh she’s learnin’how to let go Oh, oh whichever way the wind blows
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| Oh, oh she’s learnin’how to let go No reins |