| You look out the window while I look at you
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| Saying I don’t know would be like saying that the sky ain’t blue
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| And boots weren’t made for sitting by the door
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| Since you don’t wanna stay anymore
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| You can have your space, cowboy
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| I ain’t gonna fence you in
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| Go on, ride away in your Silverado
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| Guess I’ll see you 'round again
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| I know my place, and it ain’t with you
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| Well sunsets fade, and love does, too
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| Yeah, we had our day in the sun
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| When a horse wants to run, there ain’t no sense in closing the gate
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| You can have your space, cowboy
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| After the gold rush, there ain’t no reason to stay
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| Shoulda learned from the movies that good guys don’t run away
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| But roads weren’t made to not go down
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| And there ain’t room for both of us in this town
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| So you can have your space, cowboy
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| I ain’t gonna fence you in
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| Go on, ride away in your Silverado
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| I’ll see you around again
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| 'Cause I know my place, and it ain’t with you
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| Sunsets fade, and love does, too
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| We had our day in the sun
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| When a horse wants to run, ain’t no sense in closing the gate
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| So you can have your space
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| You can have your space, cowboy
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| I ain’t gonna fence you in
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| Go on, ride away in your Silverado
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| I’ll see you around again
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| 'Cause I know my place, and it ain’t with you
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| Sunsets fade, and love does, too
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| Though we had our day in the sun
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| When a horse wants to run, ain’t no sense in closing the gate
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| You can have your space
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| Yeah, you can have your space
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| You can have your space, cowboy |