Born in New York City
Where the asphalt Cowboys ride
All matters of the heart we hide
In this concrete jungle you've become my raising sun
You're my secret I won't share with anyone
Disregard the braises, this is how the West was won
Forgive me if I'm coming on too strong
'Cause I know I'm
Too hot-blooded, quick to draw
When will I ever learn
where
thought
these
there
strength
strong
straight
smile
share
place
temper
return
physical
control
quick
apart
coming
anyone
blooded
thing
raising
between
asphalt
concrete
surprise
addicted
become
cowboys
learn
coolest
heart
disregard
point
loner
embrace
forgive
jungle
secret
matters
hopelessly
nothing
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