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Window walkin' downtown, feelin' mighty good |
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And I noticed from the corner how all alone she stood |
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Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise |
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Lonely little runaway with teardrops in her eyes |
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Crazy little rag doll, her hair was wild and tossed |
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And I put my arm around her, 'cause |
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I knew that she was lost |
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She didn't seem to notice that anyone was near |
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Till suddenly she turned to me and whispered in my ear |
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Point me in the direction of |
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Albuquerque |
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I want to go home, and help me get home |
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Point me in the direction of |
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Albuquerque |
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I need to get home, need to get home |
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Showed me a ticket for a |
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Greyhound bus |
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Her head was lost in time |
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She didn't know who or where she was |
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And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine |
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Real good friend of mine |
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Point me in the direction of |
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Albuquerque |
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And help me get home, help me get home |
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Walked her to the station and kissed away the tears |
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Knowing I'd remember through all the coming years |
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Rag doll on that |
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Greyhound who waved with all her might |
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Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight |
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Point me in the direction of |
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Albuquerque |
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I want to go home, and help me get home |
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Point me in the direction of |
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Albuquerque |
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I need to get home, need to get home |
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Point me in the direction of |
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Albuquerque |
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I want to go home, and help me get home |