| A silent girl, about 15
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| Had a vivid vision and one track dream
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| Her simple life felt incomplete
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| No roads to follow, no signs to seek
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| She leave her home far behind
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| Maybe some change for the better
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| So sweet and kind, a southern girl
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| Little did she know
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| On a trail of clues, hard as light
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| On a man she loved and now she cried
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| Trail of tears, caution to the wrench
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| Follow the heart to the bitter end
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| Follow the hear to the bitter end
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| The bitter end
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| She found herself lost one night
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| The road back home, no where in sight
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| She tripped she fell, scattered and torn
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| Crippled by fear and chilled to the bone
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| She turned and looked back to where she had been
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| Carried on a cold Oregon wind
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| Southern girl little did she know
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| Follow the heart to the bitter end
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| Follow the heart to the bitter end
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| The bitter end
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| The bitter end |