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As I write, I watch the night go down |
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And I see the lonely, twinkling lights of town |
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And I think about a girl |
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She's out there in the world |
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She's looking for, she's looking for me somewhere |
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I heard her sing once at the rodeo |
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She wore a rhinestone suit of white and gold |
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And as she sang and played |
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She stole my heart away |
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She's looking for, she's looking for me somewhere |
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She's looking for me somewhere, I know |
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She's looking for me high and looking low |
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Oh, to live and die, it seems |
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Is a waste without a dream |
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She's looking for, she's looking for me somewhere |
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She's looking for me somewhere, I know |
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She's looking for me high and looking low |
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Oh, to live and die, it seems |
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Is a waste without a dream |
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She's looking for, she's looking for me somewhere |
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And as the morning sun begins to rise |
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Alone, I go to bed and I close my eyes |
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And I Dream about a girl |
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Out there in the world |
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She's looking for, she's looking for me somewhere |
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She's looking for, she's looking for me somewhere |
