| As I write, I watch the night go down
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| And I see the lonely twinklin' lights of town
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| And I think about a girl, she’s out there in the world
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| She’s lookin' for, she’s lookin' for me somewhere
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| I heard her sing once at the rodeo
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| She wore a rhinestone suit of white and gold
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| And as she sang and played, she stole my heart away
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| She’s lookin' for, she’s lookin' for me somewhere
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| She’s lookin' for me somewhere, I know
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| She’s lookin' for me high and lookin' low
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| Oh, to live and die, it seems is a waste without a dream
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| She’s lookin' for, she’s lookin' for me somewhere
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| She’s lookin' for me somewhere, I know
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| She’s lookin' for me high and lookin' low
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| Oh, to live and die, it seems is a waste without a dream
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| She’s lookin' for, she’s lookin' for me somewhere
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| And as the morning sun begins to rise
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| Alone, I go to bed and I close my eyes
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| And I dream about a girl, out there in the world
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| She’s lookin' for, she’s lookin' for me somewhere
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| She’s lookin' for, she’s lookin' for me somewhere |