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We can go wherever we want The plains, the sand, the salt, the dust You can say whatever you want I don't care, I'm already gone We could drive a mile down the road To get a drink or two, you know Simple thing, I don't need much to like, I find And I, and I guess I don't cry It's a simple thing, we're all afraid and shy away Now I find I guess I don't shy I guess I don't shy Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I guess that I don't cry I guess that I don't shy From Letras Mania