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I believe in leather saddles |
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Walk in barrows, and digging your battles |
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And good whiskey has never done me wrong |
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I believe in pretty women |
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Little kids smiles and worn out denim |
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The way Waylon used to tear up a country song |
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I believe love is hard to handle |
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Wild and crazy, it's a long shot gamble |
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If you're gonna win, gotta play your cards right |
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I believe love is coming to me |
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Faster than the way that you're looking right through me |
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Judging from the way I feel tonight |
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I believe you just might prove me right |
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I probably oughta do a little less talking |
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Go to bark and laugh more often |
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And pray harder when nothin' else will do |
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I belong in honky tonk bar-rooms |
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Singing songs bout things I've gone through |
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Wrapped in arms of somebody like you |
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I believe love is hard to handle |
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Wild and crazy, it's a long shot gamble |
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If you're gonna win, gotta play your cards right |
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I believe love is coming to me |
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Faster than the way that you're looking right through me |
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Judging from the way I feel tonight |
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I believe you just might prove me right |
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Until now I have held off |
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For one real shot at what real love's got |
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I believe love is coming to me |
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Faster than the way that you're looking right through me |
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Judging from the way I feel tonight |
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I believe you just might prove me right |
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I believe you just might prove me right |
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Yeah, yeah |
