| I once saw a girl on my lawn
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| She was so pretty and young
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| She walked right up and just said
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| «Your house is where I once lived»
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| She asked to look around
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| To see if she could find
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| The part of her she left behind
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| That she needed to move on
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| I didn’t want to let her down
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| It was with her that I was found
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| So I lead her into my place
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| You should have seen her face
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| She said her name was Sam
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| And I let her know who I am
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| She asked if she could bathe
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| And I said: «Okay»
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| An hour went by and the door opened wide
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| And through the steam I saw her eyes
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| She said: «You saved my life»
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| It was with her that I was right
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| A week maybe two disappeared
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| She never came back around here
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| I asked the old man living beside
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| If he remembered Sam and he cried
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| The beauty he described
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| Was the girl I let inside
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| But what he said after I’ll never forget
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| Until the day that I die
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| The girl I met drowned in the bath
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| In my house at 25
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| In 1939
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| It was with her that I tried |