(Crowe)
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Take all the white circles from a deep dark blue background,
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Throw them into the air, just to see where they come down.
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I said there was emotion, I didn't get specific,
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I'm told cowgirls know when to sing and when to listen
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So I explode in a pattern and I count when I pray,
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the curtains are open but I'm not on my way.
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I'm still back on the sideline looking into the house,
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It takes more than a nice smile to make me walk out.
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Take all the white circles from a deep dark blue background,
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Throw them into the air, just to see where they come down.
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I said there was emotion, I didn't get specific,
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I'm told cowgirls know when to sing and when to listen
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Hey prince of innocence, you're full of excuses,
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Wrestling desire won't light the fuses
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And taking the time to construct how you're feeling,
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Goes against all you love and all you believe in
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I tried being cryptic to get your attention,
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You ignored me
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Does that mean I'm too cryptic to mention?
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If we're a team what's our intention?
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Curing your mind or your crimes with prevention,
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Pretending that time doesn't matter
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It's just you and me
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Take all the white circles from a deep dark blue background,
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Throw them into the air, just to see where they come down.
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I said there was emotion, I didn't get specific,
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I'm told cowgirls know when to sing and when to listen
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All The White Circles
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Russell Crowe & 30 Odd Foot of Grunts |