Cowboys on the road tonight
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Crying in their sleep
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If I was a hungry man
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With a gun in my hand
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And some promises to keep
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Wanted to change the world
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Watch as easy as murder
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It’s all headlights
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And vapor trails
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And circle K killers
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And I know I could look
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At anyone but you now
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I could fall
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Into the eyes of anyone
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But you now, now, now, now
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So come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now
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Come on, come on, come on now
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Come on through now
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This is a list
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Of what I should have been
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But I’m not
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This is a list of the things
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That I should have seen
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But I’m not seeing
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Look in your eyes
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As these fingertips
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Slip on your neck
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And make you shiver
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I am just turning away
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From where
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I should have been
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Because I am not anything
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Oh, anything
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Oh The president
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Is in bed tonight
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But he can’t
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Catch his sleep
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Cause all the cowboys
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On the radio are killers
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And I am gonna leave
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Fuel of you
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Cause you never
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Make her feel
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Like anything
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She said I want him
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To feel a thing
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But I can feel
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I can’t feel
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I know I could look
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At anyone but you now
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I could fall
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Into the arms of anyone
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But you now, now, now, now
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So come on, come on, come on Come on oh come on through now
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Come on, come on, come on Oh come on through now
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This is a list
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Of what I should have been
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But I’m not
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This is a list of the things
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That I should have seen
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But I’m not seeing
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Look in your eyes
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As these fingers on slip
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In your dress
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And make you shiver
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I am just turning away
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From what I shouldn’t see
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Because I am not anything
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Oh, anything
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Oh Everyone’s
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Is in bed tonight,
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But nobody can sleep
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Cause all the satellites
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Are watching
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Through our windows
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She says
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She doesn’t love me Like-but she’s acting
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But it’s just
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If she isn’t talking
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Mr. Lincoln’s head
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Is bleeding
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On a front row
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While she’s speaking
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I said
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Come all you cowboys
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All you
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Blue-eyed baby boys
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Oh, come on all you
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Dashing gentlemen
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Of summer
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I’ll wait for you
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And Saturday’s a memory
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And Sunday
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Comes to gather me Into the arms of God
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And welcome me Cause I believe
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I believe
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And I know
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I could look
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At anyone but you now
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I could fall
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Into the eyes of anyone
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But you now, now, now, now
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So come on, come on, come on Oh come on through now
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Come on, come on, come on Oh, come on through now
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This is a list
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Of what I should have been
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But I’m not
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This is a list of the things
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That I should have seen
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But I’m not seeing
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You look in me And so please
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Won’t you look at me Cause I am not seeing you
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Look at me
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I want to make you
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Look at me Or I am not anything
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Oh, anything
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No, no No, no |