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The real people went away |
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But I'll find a better way, someday |
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Leaving only me and my dreams |
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My cattle and a resonator |
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I drove all the beast down right under your nose |
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Lumbering footloose power |
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The bull and the rose |
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Don't touch them don't try to hurt them |
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My cattle |
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I drove them by the crops and thought the crops were lost |
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I consoled myself with rudimentary thoughts |
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And I set my watch against the city clock |
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It was way off |
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Yet one thing about this wild, wild country |
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It takes a strong, strong |
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It breaks a strong, strong mind |
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Yeah one thing about this wild, wild country |
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It takes a strong, strong |
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It breaks a strong, strong mind |
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And anything less, anything less |
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Makes me feel like I'm wasting my time |
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But the pain and frustration, is not mine |
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It belongs to the cattle, through the valley |
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And when my cattle turns on me |
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I was knocked back flat |
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I was knocked out cold for one clack of the train track |
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Then I rose a colossal hand buried, buried in sand |
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I rose like a drover |
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For I am in the end the drover |
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A drover by trade |
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When my cattle turns on me |
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I am a drover, double fold |
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My cattle bears it all the way for me and everyone |
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One, one, one, one, one, one ... |
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Yeah one thing about this wild, wild country |
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It takes a strong, strong |
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It breaks a strong, strong mind |
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And anything less, anything less |
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Makes me feel like I'm wasting my time |
