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Fate
The odds were against us too high to defeat; fate dealt us this hand we were destined to meet. We lived far apart he was north, I was south; from two different cultures he was country, I was rock. "You live on a sandbar and used to the life - fancy parties and dancing drinking champagne all night. And I'm just a laid back kind of a guy - drinking beer with my buddies working just to get by." But fate dealt this hand, there was never a chance; now I'm going country and you like to dance.
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