The story
Love rides in hard, but never stays gentle.
He walks in wearing spurs, and the room tilts toward him. She reads him like a map of trouble and charm, both of them pretending the spark is enough to outrun the warning in his boots. By the time the lights dim, they are already deciding whether this is a ride or a wreck.
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Lyrics
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