| Julie and little John Tyler lived in the house next door
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| We would be the great triangle and to this we swore
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| Julie was my sweetheart, little John was my cohort
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| And all the wild horses in the world couldn’t keep us apart
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| Once we went for a swim in the noonday sun
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| And promised to return before the moon struck one
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| Julie came running through the pasture, she was screaming at the sky
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| She fell down to her knees and the tears did fly
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| Little John was stung by a snake over by the lake
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| And it looked like he s really, really hurt, he was lying in the dirt
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| Who, we went it as fast as we could run
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| But we lost little John as the moon struck one
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| I was vacant, Julie was a bird with a broken wing
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| We were always afraid of what tomorrow might bring
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| We’ll drive down to Durango--up and leave this place
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| And maybe forget the triangle with a change of pace
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| The car broke down when we had just begun
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| And we walked back to the house while the moon struck one |