| Well, I’ve come riding on my own farm pony
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| And I’m looking for another heart like mine
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| If I were to buy you that bucket of gold
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| Would you think that I am good enough?
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| I’ve got a big book of questions in my back pocket
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| And I’m looking for some of the answers from you
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| If I gave you the key, would you choose to unlock it?
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| Would you tell me I am good enough?
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| Well, I’ve got a heart
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| That goes without saying
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| Hearts are for hope and mine has been praying
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| That since I’ve come to you, this sadness ain’t staying
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| 'Cause you might think I am good enough
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| You might think I am good enough
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| If I asked you, would you make me a star?
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| Would you marvel my fingers as I played my guitar?
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| If I started singing, would you sit and listen?
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| Do you think that that would be good enough?
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| Well, I’ve got a heart
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| That goes without saying
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| Hearts are for hope and mine has been praying
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| That since I’ve come to you, this sadness ain’t staying
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| 'Cause you might think I am good enough
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| You might think I am good enough |