| And you were walkin' out
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| Had a smoke, then your hair fell down
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| We started makin' out or tryin'
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| I guess I remember things the way I like
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| Don’t wanna be the dirt you’re on
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| Don’t wanna be the dirt you’re walkin' on
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| Just wanna see the world through open doors, the bells and the whistles
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| I’d like to thank my friends that can relate
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| We took a ride, came to face with all our limitations
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| I, I think I’ll ignore mine, yeah
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| And I won’t pay no mind
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| I won’t let what I find discern
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| What I got inside, ain’t much, ain’t much
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| Ain’t enough to make you sigh
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| «Oh lawdy-dawdy make him mine
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| He turns all the water into wine»
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| I’m likely to convince myself with lies, it’s my preparation
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| We took a ride, came to face with all our limitations
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| I, I think I’ll ignore mine
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| 'Cause every shot that you don’t take’s a
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| Shot that you won’t make
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| I’m, I’m only makin' mine
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| We took a ride
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| We took a ride through an open range
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| I’ve never felt this way
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| I’ve never felt this way, yeah
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| We can play with fire
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| Fight desire with a fuel that we perspire
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| Honey, I’m a man
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| Take my right hand, it’s dry in the winter
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| I’d like to thank my friends that keep me sane
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| We took a ride, came to face with all our limitations
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| I, I think I’ll ignore mine
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| 'Cause every shot that you don’t take’s a
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| Shot that you won’t make
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| I’m, I’m only makin' mine, yeah
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| I’m only makin' mine
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| Yeah, I’m only makin' mine
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| And you were walkin' out |