| I don’t like your cowboy boots
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| To me they don’t tell the truth
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| I feel like mine do, I’m from the Midwest
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| You’re from New York.
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| This voice is stronger, this boy is grown
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| You’d better claim sticks and stones
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| You better pray to God I choke
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| These words will hurt you, haunt you
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| I’ve become a frivolous man
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| In need of a goody-good time
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| I want a goody-good time,
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| I want a good time at your expense.
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| I’ve found you by the light of the moon
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| Past all the wolves in the sheep’s perfume
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| Tell me why I can’t count on you
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| I need someone to sing me to sleep
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| The longest flame I want to blow you out
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| I want to get you back, but not like that.
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| This voice is stronger, this boy is grown
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| You’d better claim sticks and stones
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| You better pray to God I choke
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| These words will hurt you, haunt you
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| I’ve become a frivolous man
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| In need of a goody-good time
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| I want a goody-good time,
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| I want a good time at your expense.
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| Graze in green, summers in blue
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| Red is my favorite paint.
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| Why do all nouns stutter like adjectives
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| When they bend to leave your lips
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| And what does it mean when you claw at my sleeve
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| For a cave to bury your face
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| Why after year, do you still come?
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| Why you always falling in love?
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| Why do you run to me
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| When you know you run the risk of running late?
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| Longest flame, I want to blow you out
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| I want to get you back, but not like that.
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| This voice is stronger, this boy is grown
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| You’d better claim sticks and stones
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| You better pray to God I choke
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| These words will hurt you, haunt you
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| I’ve become a frivolous man
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| In need of a goody-good time
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| I want a goody-good time,
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| I want a good time at your expense. |