| As I try to tell this story my skin’s no longer tight
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| As if it wants to leave and get away from me
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| But I’ve lived through this night of fright
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| And found real signs of other life
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| In disbelief I’ll tell you what I’ve seen…
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| It started out as simply normal driving in my car
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| Taking in the world and marveling the stars above
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| When a woman out of nowhere appeared to be in need
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| So I stopped to reach a helpful friendly hand
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| But something wasn’t right!
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| She wouldn’t speak at all but I felt this urge to help her
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| As I told the girl to please get in my car
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| She looked on the verge of death pure white and freezing cold
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| So I placed my coat around her fragile arms
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| In a couple minutes time her face showed signs of life
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| She finally spoke and asked to take her home
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| She gave to me an address I assured her to relax
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| For in minute’s time she’d be there safe and warm
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| As I came across her cottage my hitchhiker was home
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| She thanked me so and walked up through the door
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| As I turned to pull away I remembered of my jacket
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| She wore it as she struggled to stay warm
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| I left my car and rang the bell thinking she’d be waiting
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| Instead I got the mother of my girl
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| She said that she’d been waiting and not to say a word
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| And down a narrow hall she took my hand and led the way
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| We stopped in a tiny room that looked as if un-lived
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| All around sat pictures of my stranger’s face
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| But the borders they were black the signature of death
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| She informed me that my passenger was dead
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| I didn’t believe a word she was sitting right beside me
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| Only minutes back riding in my car
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| She took my hand and led me back outside and through a gate
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| To a private cemetery in the yard
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| On a grave there sat a picture of my unexpected guest
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| From the grave I learned she died some time ago
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| She said in stranger’s cars her daughter finds a ride
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| For an accident had brought her to the ground
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| And every night she comes home to please her lonely mother
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| It’s an instinct from the time she spent on earth
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| But she is gone she assured me death had come
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| And this ghostly image was living on in my mind
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| I told her to cherish her spirit
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| She just sat and cried at the grave
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| I told her to cherish her spirit
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| She just sat and cried at the grave
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| In the cold she was in mourning at the passing of her child
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| So I felt the need to leave and let her be
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| But I stopped to quickly question who was my freezing stranger?
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| She was the perfect image of the girl
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| As I turned to leave the madness I caught a flash of something
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| It was sticking out from underneath the grave
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| In a shocking revelation I became at one with death
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| As instantly I learned the woman spoke the truth
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| For in the grave before me my jacket in the ground
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| The one I gave my stranger on this night, this very night!
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| She was my stranger, yet she was dead, familiar stranger |