He knew he wasn't perfect
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But he always did his best to try to get under the surface
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Not a saint, not a serpent
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He just wanted everyone to be impressed with him as a person
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So when she came along with the sunbeam
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Self-esteem stopped making nothing out of somethings
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Leaving the scene was unseen, I mean
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It was the first time he ever felt the need to keep the gun clean
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Do the math, he knew he had to choose a path
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Got to get that girl, got to make her laugh
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Got to shake the past and move forwards
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Got to make this last, it feels gorgeous
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But she had a lover in the mid-west
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Never figured out how to get him off her thick chest
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Just like that, everything is gone
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He didn't want to but he had to learn the words so he could sing along
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[Chorus]
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Everything is all I have to give you
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And I'm afraid it ain't enough
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And you're not so young that you believe me
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Just because I say it's love
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And even if they come to steal you tomorrow
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I'll know my smile was yours
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Go ahead and chase your dreams and your freedom
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Run, run wild wild horses
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You can't tame these horses
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You can't tame these horses, no
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You can't tame these horses
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You can't tame these horses
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Sometimes it can be so nice, right?
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Sometimes she feel herself turn into the wife type
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And when it's dark, sometimes sees the nightlife
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But most of the time she doesn't even feel lifelike
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She got a man but he thinks he's a star
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And it feels like she has to compete with the bar
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She keeps up her guard but it seems so hard
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Momma never told her she would see those scars
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Every night he's out doing who knows whom
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While she cries along like a new show tune
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Last call past, is he coming home soon?
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Or is he going to run away with the dish and the spoon?
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She'll realize she don't want that clown
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Leave those shoes at the lost and found
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He won't catch on until she's not around
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After somebody else already locked that down
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(We sing)
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[Chorus]
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He didn't want her to see him leave
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And he couldn't keep sitting there watching her sleep
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Cause he knows if he hangs out for a few hours
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He'll dig another hole, trying to plant some new flowers
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But the sun don't shine under the table
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He's trying to hold his life together with staples
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No investment cause he's incapable
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And he's on the outro of being labeled available
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The word on the street is his girl's coming back home
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No more alone, no more sad poems
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No after-bar calls to the cell phone
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It's time to walk a new path and grow a backbone
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Shoved into the big book of just friends
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Wondering how he would look as a husband
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And everyone of them he ever allowed to love him
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Now watching from the crowd trying to be proud of him
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(They say)
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[Chorus]
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Wild Wild Horses
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