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I think maybe |
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I knew her in school |
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In my memory's faded view |
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I remember years ago, her name |
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I barely knew |
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Years later |
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I saw her in town |
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Knocking on my window talking loud |
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She said baby do you need a date |
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Or just a little foolin' around |
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Way down where the red light's low |
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Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow |
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Crawlin' where the sun don't show ' |
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Neath the sad moon |
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Walking the streets, all on display |
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Standing there and laying in wait |
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She looks at me and |
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I look away ' |
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Neath the sad moon |
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I said thanks, no |
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I don't need that |
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But as she turned her naked back |
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She turned to go, and |
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I just had to stare at her walking away |
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Looking out there it might be me |
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But for the grace of |
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God oh I can see |
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A grain of sand, a strand of hair |
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A chromosome or someone's dare |
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Way down where the red light's low |
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Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow |
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Crawlin' where the sun don't show ' |
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Neath the sad moon |
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Walking the streets, all on display |
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Standing there and laying in wait |
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She looks at me and |
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I look away ' |
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Neath the sad moon |
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Couldn't help but follow her |
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Felt so bad but couldn't stop |
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Curiosity's got me, worth a damn |
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I know I'm not |
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I put her down but want her too |
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Ashamed to say |
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I want her a lot |
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Guess I'll go and move along |
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Let it go, let it drop |
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Way down where the red light's low |
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Slinkin' down where the bad seeds grow |
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Crawlin' where the sun don't show ' |
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Neath the sad moon |
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Walking the streets, all on display |
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Standing there and laying in wait |
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She looks at me and |
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I look away ' |
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Neath the sad moon |
