| Well you thundered into my life like a steed out of control
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| Tried to rope my heart and tie me down
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| With a little band of gold
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| And I hate to break your spirit 'cause I know your mind is set
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| Well you may be but I ain’t ready yet
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| Hold your horses, you’re steppin' outta line
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| Like a team of untamed stallions tramplin' on
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| This heart of mine
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| I’m no good beneath the reins
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| Used to makin' my own choices
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| Hold your horses
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| I don’t mean to act so skittish
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| But when it comes to changin' names
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| There’s a mighty sense of freedom
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| Still a rushin' through my veins
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| And your urgent need to settle down
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| Has got me runnin' scared
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| 'Cause I ain’t quite ready for the rocking chair
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| Hold your horses, you’re steppin' outta line
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| Like a team of untamed stallions tramplin' on
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| This heart of mine
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| I’m no good beneath the reins
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| Used to makin' my own choices
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| Hold your horses
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| Instrumental
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| Hold your horses, you’re steppin' outta line
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| Like a team of untamed stallions tramplin' on
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| This heart of mine
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| I’m no good beneath the reins
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| Used to makin' my own choices
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| Hold your horses
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| Hold your horses… |