| Ride with me, boy, on my palomino
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| Racin' through grey skies, lookin' for the yellow
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| Leave your father, mother, sister to the TV shows
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| They try to fix you, but sorrow’s in the marrow
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| Ride with me, boy, on my palomino
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| Racin' through grey skies, lookin' for the yellow
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| Leave your father, mother, sister to the TV shows
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| They try to fix you, but sorrow’s in the marrow
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| People are afraid of the quiet ones
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| But I’m terrified of those that laugh too much
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| Sorrow sit and lie when you get too close
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| So I ride to your front yard and through your window
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| I will whisper
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| Ride with me, boy, on my palomino
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| Racin' through grey skies, lookin' for the yellow
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| Leave your father, mother, sister to the TV shows
|
| They try to fix you, but sorrow’s in the marrow
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| Ride with me, boy, on my palomino
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| Racin' through grey skies, lookin' for the yellow
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| Leave your father, mother, sister to the TV shows
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| They try to fix you, but sorrow’s in the marrow
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| How are girls allowed to treat you cruel?
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| Boys beat you at the age of six, I chose to adore you
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| There is something I know when you’re near
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| That I forget when you go
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| I’m gonna save you from the insincere
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| Ride with me, boy, on my palomino
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| Racin' through grey skies, lookin' for the yellow
|
| Leave your father, mother, sister to the TV shows
|
| They try to fix you, but sorrow’s in the marrow
|
| Ride with me, boy, on my palomino
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| Racin' through grey skies, lookin' for the yellow
|
| Leave your father, mother, sister to the TV shows
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| They try to fix you, but sorrow’s in the marrow |