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She came from this place |
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Such a pretty face |
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And she danced to the radio |
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She could sing a song |
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The boys came along |
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She didn't know how to just say no |
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There's gonna be a tall, dark man to wed |
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There's gonna be a cold, hard truth instead |
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She's waving goodbye to seventeen |
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From a long, white limousine |
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Some dreams are in the air some are seen |
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Irene |
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Well she owned this town |
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But couldn't settle down |
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They played her songs on the radio |
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But she partied late |
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And she made them wait |
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It's all there on the video |
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There's gonna be a long bus ride ahead |
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There's gonna be some cold hotel in bed |
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She's waving goodbye to twenty-three |
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From deep inside the machine |
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Some hands are in the dirt some are clean |
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Irene |
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Well she fell so hard |
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And her kids looked on |
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She passed on to the other side |
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It went downhill fast |
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You know nothing lasts |
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I heard her song on a late night drive |
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Shoulda been some bright, blue skies ahead |
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There's gonna be some cold, hard ground instead |
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She's waving goodbye to thirty-three |
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From a long, black limousine |
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Life's just as kind to you as it is mean |
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Irene |
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Irene |
