| The cold clean air, it sets my boot heels on fire
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| But if I told you I’ve forgotten my past, I’d be a motherless liar
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| A woman of the street, a woman of the world
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| A hell-made model of the devil’s girl
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| I’m gonna hold my head up high and take a walk in the sun
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| Well, she gave her heart to so many that shattered my world
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| Ah, but a man can’t ruin his life for the love of a girl
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| I’m gonna throw away my crutches, gonna run in the rain
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| Gonna let my nostrils swell with the nature of the plains
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| I’m gonna hold my head up high and take a walk in the sun
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| Well, she loved so many men, my heart was breakin'
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| With every little kiss, well I’d be achin'
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| Yet whatever I’ve be given to be taken
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| Ah, but a man can’t live when the story begins, begins to slip away
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| I’m gonna walk right down that road and never return
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| And not until these fires inside me are startin' to burn
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| 'Cause I don’t need a gal beside me or a gal to keep me warm
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| Or a gal that I can talk to 'til the early hours of morn'
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| I’m gonna hold my head up high and take a walk in the sun
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| Well, I’m gonna walk on down that road and never return
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| And not until these fires inside me are startin' to burn
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| 'Cause I don’t need a gal beside me or a gal to keep me warm
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| Or a gal that I can talk to 'til the early hours of morn'
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| I’m gonna hold my head up high and take a walk in the sun
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| I’m gonna hold my head up high and take a walk in the sun |