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can't outdrive pain, someday it's gonna take the wheel\n\nCan't be alone but don't wanna get close to anybody\nDon't wanna that teeth but don't wanna look weak, it's a tough spot\nBut I'm afraid you'll walk away when the tears start running\nBut I hope not\n\n'Cause cowboys cry too\nThey may not let 'em fall down in their hometown\nThinking they still got shit to prove\nThat well runs deep\n\nBut when he's showing his skin, letting me in\nThat's when he's toughest to me\nI never knew\nCowboys cry too\n\nBlame it on their fathers, the ones that said they'd stay\nOr blame it on the songs that tell you they all ride away\nBut mine ain't that way (I ain't that way)\n\nCowboys cry too\nThey may not let 'em fall down in their hometown\nThinking they still got shit to prove\nThat well runs deep (deep)\n\nBut when he's showing his skin, letting me in\nThat's when he's toughest to me\nI never knew\nCowboys cry too\n\nMm-mm, mm-mm, mm","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.42] Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm\n[00:12.83] He's 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