| Dear Rodeo
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| I’d be lying if I tried to tell you I don’t think about you
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| After all the miles and the wild nights that we been through
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| Lord knows we had a few
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| Dear Rodeo
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| I’d like to say that I took the reins and rode away
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| No regrets, no left-unsaids, just turn the page
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| Oh, but you know better, babe
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| 'Tween them almost-had-'ems and broken bones
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| The dream of a buckle I’ll never put on
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| I’m jaded, whoa, I hate it
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| But somehow the highs outweigh the lows
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| And I’d do it all again even though we both know
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| I’d still have to let you go
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| So dear Rodeo
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| I tried like hell to tell myself it was all your fault
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| I held on tight with all my might, I just couldn’t hang on
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| And that’s hard to hang your hat on
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| 'Tween them almost-had-'ems and the broken bones
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| The dream of a buckle I’ll never put on
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| I’m jaded, whoa, I hate it
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| But somehow the highs outweigh the lows
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| And I’d do it all again even though we both know
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| I’d still have to let you go
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| Dear Rodeo
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| I’d like to think you miss me too, but I know you don’t
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| Oh, but that don’t change the past and that don’t change the truth
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| I’m still in love with you
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| Dear Rodeo |