| I lost her trail on a Friday night
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| She was gone before I got home
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| She’d been getting restless
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| In that big house all alone
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| I’ve been up and down these city streets
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| For three nights in a row
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| And lord it’s hard to find that girl
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| When she gets the urge to go
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| It’s kinda like a lost and found
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| In a border town
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| Askin' bout a diamond ring
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| They just look at you
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| Like you’ve lost your mind
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| Say they haven’t seen a thing
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| But I know she’s been here lately
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| I can still smell her perfume
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| And she gets crazy on a full moon
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| And I know she’ll be coming back
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| Her car is waiting right outside
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| But, I don’t want to think about
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| Who’s taking her for a ride
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| And her unpredictability
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| Is what I love about her best
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| Lord I’ve got to find her quick
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| Before she does something I regret
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| It’s kinda like a lost and found
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| In a border town
|
| Askin' bout a diamond ring
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| They just look at you
|
| Like you’ve lost your mind
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| Say they haven’t seen a thing
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| But I know she’s been here lately
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| I can still smell her perfume
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| And she gets crazy on a full moon
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| She’s out there somewhere
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| Burnin up the night
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| Somehow I’ve got to run her down
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| I’m running out of time
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| It’s kinda like a lost and found
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| In a border town
|
| Askin' bout a diamond ring
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| They just look at you
|
| Like you’ve lost your mind
|
| Say they haven’t seen a thing
|
| But I know she’s been here lately
|
| I can still smell her perfume
|
| And she gets crazy on a full moon
|
| It’s kinda like a lost and found
|
| In a border town
|
| Askin' bout a diamond ring
|
| They just look at you
|
| Like you’ve lost your mind
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| Say they haven’t seen a thing
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| But I know she’s been here lately
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| I can still smell her perfume
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| And she gets crazy on a full moon |