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'Bout
ten years ago to the day,
I decided that I just couldn't stay.
You see I found myself a cowgirl,
tight jeans and a fancy Benz.
I was blinded by he beauty,
and those deep blue lyin' eyes,
And soon I found myself high and dry.
(chorus)
So when you hold your sweetheart, hang on tight.
She just might be your angel in the night.
So love her like there'll be no other,
and give her what she gives to you.
Her picture in your bottom drawer,
and memories of your mistake,
Won't let you walk away and just call it fate.
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