| She was a lonely child
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| A country girl with the look of her mother
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| But inside, she was running wild
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| With a restless fire too hot to smother
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| She couldn’t face what the future held
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| So she placed her bets on a ticket to fly
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| A free spirit with love for sale
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| To an endless line of passers-by
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| Night after night, she goes walking on Sunset
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| It’s alright when she goes walking on Sunset
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| You try to make it in your own little way
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| But don’t forget that there’s a price you can pay
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| So go ahead, place your bets, I’ll see you on Sunset
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| He’s such a lonely man
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| Respectable, sober and neat
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| He says nobody seems to understand
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| When you work so hard and you get so beat
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| You’ve got to take it any way that you can
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| So he waits 'til dark and he heads for the street
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| Night after night, he goes walking on Sunset
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| It’s alright when he’s walking on Sunset
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| You try to make it in your own little way
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| But don’t forget that there’s a price you can pay
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| So go ahead, place your bets, I’ll see you on Sunset
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| Go ahead, place your bets, I’ll meet you on Sunset
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| Night after night, he goes walking on Sunset
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| Yeah, it’s alright when he goes walking on Sunset
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| Night after night, he goes walking on Sunset
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| Yeah, it’s alright when he goes walking on Sunset
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| Night after night, he goes walking on Sunset |