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Through the rails i spied |
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Your ponytail. i tried |
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With sugar cubes - and they're o.k. |
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But i don't think |
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I'll catch you that way |
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I hate myself 'cause you're so cool |
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With your mocking eyes |
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'won't you look at the old fool' |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to |
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Look at you - unflawed. |
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Now look at me - plain overawed |
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Grace and looks take no credit for |
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Girl you're young |
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And they're part of the score |
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Like the chemicals at war in me |
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'til i'm a wolf with an eye for the ponies |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to |
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I want extra time to play, |
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Afternoons in the hay |
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It's a sorry way for a man to feel |
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But sentimental is part of the deal |
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I hate myself because it shows how |
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I'm a fool for your rodeo |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to have |
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Wild horses - i want to have you |
