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Good old horseshoes
Oh your band of gold
It was back in those golden days
That they put the world on hold

I never looked to them
And they never looked to me
for company
Special they would never be
The outcome we had yet to see

This was twelve years ago
And here's what happened next
Some of us got out of there
And then some stood the test
To stay close to your own thing
That is if you have anything
Except gamling for a wedding ring
To stay out on the right wing
Well that never was my thing

When you're alright
Everyone wants to be near you
They use your full name
And they wanna do what you do
They stay in your footsteps
And they live their lives through you
And then if you don't move
They go follow someone new
Well you never did impress me
And I never did much need your company
So you'll never get to shake anyone's hand over here
And ain't it real clear that you're not getting nothing
For picking on my friends back when we were nothing
So put your hands in your pockets
And slide out of here
Good old horseshoes

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