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Last night the willows stopped weeping |
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And everything sat hushed and still |
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And while my body lay sleeping |
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I dreamt of rebecca deville |
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Now I wonder if she was a real girl |
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Did she die when I woke |
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Well i'll sleep straight through to tomorrow |
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And look for her till I go broke |
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I found myself by the highway |
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That i ride in all my dreams |
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I met her while i was hitchhiking |
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From england to new orleans |
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She rode shotgun but stayed facing me |
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And I laid down in the back |
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I fell in love somewhere near illinois |
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And she said she loved me right back |
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Anybody |
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Has anybody seen my little girl around |
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I last saw her in new orleans |
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I can't find her now |
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I stepped into the nearest twilight bar |
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To ask if anyone knew |
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The whereabouts of my rebecca deville |
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The bartender said that he knew |
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He said that just a few weeks ago |
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She hitched a ride out west |
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With a man who said he'd show her the big time |
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Said he would show her the best |
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But he stopped the car two miles down the road |
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And he put a gun to her head |
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And raped her of all that she ever had |
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When rebecca was found she was dead |
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Anybody |
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Has anybody seen my little girl around |
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I last saw her in new orleans |
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I can't find her now |
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Anybody |
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Has anybody seen my little girl around |
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I last saw her in new orleans |
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I can't find her now |
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Anybody |
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Has anybody seen my little girl around |
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I last saw her in new orleans |
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I can't find her now |
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Low doesn't even begin |
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To describe the shape that i am in |
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But you can dream in both directions |
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And bring the past back again |
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So maybe i can find her |
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Before heaven goes and hides her |
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Hope and keep her from going |
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Away |
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Well i saw her again |
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It was a sunday evening |
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She had flagged a ride |
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It was a lincoln continental |
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She was on the passenger side |
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She had ahold of the handle |
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I said rebecca don't go |
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He's not what he seems |
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I said rebecca don't go |
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He's not what he seems |
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Take my word darling |
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And drop out of this dream |
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She said |
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He's going to |
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The big city |
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And i'm going too |
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You know how that is with me |
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I said stop |
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Don't you get in the car |
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Don't you get in the car |
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'cause i won't be coming back |
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If you get in the back |
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Don't you get in the car |
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Don't you get in the car |
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'cause i won't be coming back |
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If you get in the back |
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My sweetheart |
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My sweetheart |
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I will just stay awake |
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Six years or maybe eight |
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Till I lose your memory |
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And all that you've meant to me |
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'cause i can't stand to see this |
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I can't stand to see this |
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I can't stand to see this |
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Well she got inside |
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And waved goodbye |
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And i watched the tail lights |
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They danced like candle light |
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And then they went out |
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Goodbye |
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My sweetheart |
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Goodbye |
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My sweetheart |
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Anybody |
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Has anybody seen my little girl around |
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I last saw her in new orleans |
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I can't find her now |
