Citywide rodeo, you set on the stage
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Where all the clowns will go when they feel their age
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I know that you think you're not good for anything
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The world makes you feel so small
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Get on your wooden horse
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This is a ride, not a fight
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No need to save face, say goodnight, Grace
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"Good night, Grace."
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There's dust on the stadium seats, there's dust in your hair
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You wonder how fast you'll go when you hit the air
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And oh, isn't it strange how things can change you?
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And oh, isn't it plain that some things unname you
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So don't ask anybody else.
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Citywide rodeo, step into your car
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Look up at the indigo and pick out your star.
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Citywide Rodeo
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| The Weepies |
