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*If all my days was hills to climb |
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And circles without reason |
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If all I was, was passing time |
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My life was just a season |
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Dares and dreams and silly schemes |
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And fillies running freely |
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I was young and no song was sung |
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That didn't sound appealing |
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I'd have my fun with a shy girl |
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And maybe hop a train |
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And I'd look back at her standing in the rain |
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Dirty hands and root beer |
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Stands a money like a river |
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Making deals to see how it feels |
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To get more than you're givin' |
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I'd have my fun with a gamblin man |
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And bluff him with my face |
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And it's drinks for ev'rybody in the place |
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Shouting crowds and mummers shrouds |
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And people going crazy |
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Always said what was in their heads |
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It surely was amazing |
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I had my fun in the bull ring |
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And never got a scar |
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It really wasn't hard to be a star |
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