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Don't try to make me I won'tI'm not a pony on aDon't let your posse bring youI put my trust in dollarsI like this horse, his fur is dark and loamyHe looks at me with eyes that seem to know meIf looks could kill then I'd be dead alreadyUp on the hill the noose is tied and readyAnd all we wanted was a little bit of skyA little patch of sun before we get our pony and rideMy better half, I put rings on her fingerBut Sherrif John he played me like a fiddleAnd all we wanted was a little bit of skyA little patch of sun before we get our pony and rideI kick the horse, it makes the horse go faster
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