| The way that you looked at the fair
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| The gleam in your eyes like you’d taken a dare
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| Right or wrong, it was a sin not to stare
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| Silver the tilt-a-whirl tossed
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| So many times that our bearings were lost
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| We rode on, regardless of cost
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| Grand champion steer,
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| I was waiting for wings to appear
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| All day long, i kept holding you near
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| I kept holding you
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| Higher the matterhorn climbed
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| I’d always imagined that mountain was mine
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| But the sides were bent, so i missed every time
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| This is heaven, the megaphone said
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| So many times that it went to my head
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| But the line moved on, and the moment was dead
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| Grand champion steer,
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| I was waiting for wings to appear
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| All day long, i kept holding you near
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| I kept holding you
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| The way that you looked, the affair
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| Was so goddamned obvious but i wasn’t there
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| Me, i was off spinning life out of wishes and air
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| Oh, grand champion steer,
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| I was waiting for wings to appear
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| All day long, i kept holding you near
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| I kept holding you |