I never dreamt of fame
All I wanted was to love you
“til the cows come home again”
Turns out I was too much country
You were city through and through
And so one day you left me
And there was nothing I could do
For even if I embraced
City noise, smog and sight
I would no longer respect me
And so I’d not be right
A day would come when screaming
Off to the hills I’d run
So since one of us was destined
To leave the other stunned
I’d rather you left me weeping
Then I left you hurt and numbed
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