I am dying, dying for the
days when they were simple,
simple lives & vows were
a creed, as the sister came to see,
her brother was dying of a broken heart,
heart of sunshine,
heart of mine, a band named Rodeo plays Try,
try again, as it seems like a sin, sin against what,
to love a lady is all that that he wants...
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