cowboy like me

This is two "used to pretending" people seeing through each other: we've both conned others, yet here we're rare-honest. Haven't you met a kindred who knew "we're not clean, but this is real"?

It writes "trust between tricksters" wild and moving. Taylor, with western air, tells a "even bad people want to be believed once" longing. You'll pause — the one who gets you is often the one with the same old debts.

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