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It started about the time she was born |
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Her rising above the raising of corn |
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Her Midwestern dream of winning the world |
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And she was always my neighborhood girl |
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She made cheerleader and I made the team |
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I carried her books while she carried her dream |
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Of magazine covers and Hollywood world |
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And she was always my neighborhood girl |
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I went in the Navy when war came along |
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And cried every time I heard a love song |
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For as I was sailing half-way 'round the world |
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I still loved my neighborhood girl |
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I came home one Christmas on thirty days' leave |
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The things that I heard I couldn't believe |
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She still had dreams that were out of this world |
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But she was now the neighborhood girl |
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Two wars have come and gone in between |
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And all of my sons are now in their teens |
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And I read in the paper she's now left this world |
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And I cried one last time for my neighborhood girl |
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My neighborhood girl |
