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(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Come ride with me cowboys I'll tell you a story Out where the whoopin' cranes fly I'll show you the white bones Of giants in sandstone Out where the wind never dies
Come sit by the campfire I'll sing you a sad song Of rivers that never return Play soft on the mouth-harp Strum slow on the guitar And leave all the mem'ries to burn
[Chorus] Roll on, Niobrara Roll on, Niobrara Roll on
I'll show you the bright shiny Ribbon of silver That flows through the sandhills at dawn I'll find you the places Where clear water races Before all the traces are gone
[Chorus] Roll on, Niobrara Roll on, Niobrara Roll on
So pack up the bedroll And cinch up the saddle And head for the red mornin' sky We'll sing one more song for The wild Niobrara Out where the wind never dies
[Chorus] Roll on, Niobrara Roll on, Niobrara Goodbye
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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