| She left St. John's one day in May
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| Dressed in her Sunday best
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| A kind man sat beside her
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| While she cried her way out West
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| She moved in with her cousin
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| Found a job down in the mall
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| Her friends at home were jealous
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| Said they’d see her in the fall
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| You know that she wants to try,
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| never lets you see her cry
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| You know that she wants to try,
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| she’s got seagulls in her eyes
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| The people here seem really nice
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| But the winter’s way too long
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| New friends, they don’t understand
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| Her mother wrote 'be strong'
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| She made some decent money
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| But nothing comes for free
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| The windy street, just can’t compete
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| With the sky, the rocks and sea
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| Her parents came at Eastertime
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| They wanted her to stay
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| But she bought a panel van
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| Moved home on her birthday
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| Her friends were pretty cynical
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| 'Couldn't make it on your own…'
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| Now the sky’s a little smaller
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| And it doesn’t seem like home |