| Well, she was an American girl
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| Raised on promises
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| She couldn’t help thinking that there was
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| A little more to life somewhere else
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| After all it was a great big world
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| With lots of places to run to
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| Yeah, if she had to die trying
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| She’d have one little promise she was going to keep
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| Oh yeah, alright
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| Take it easy, baby
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| Make it last all night
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| She was an American girl
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| Well, it was kind of cold that night
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| She stood alone on her balcony
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| Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by
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| Out on 441
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| Like waves crashing on the beach
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| And for one desperate moment there
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| He crept back in her memory
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| God, it’s so painful when something
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| That’s so close is still so far out of reach |