| I took photos along the journey
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| A photo of a girl on the bus
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| But the film wasn’t wound on
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| The camera was broke so all
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| Of the pictures were lost
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| There was a photo of her face
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| She looked about 23
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| A photo of her gray flannel dress
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| That was cut just below her knee
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| The weight of the stars made the night fall down
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| Her hair made the whole town swoon
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| My heart was led by her pale skinny legs
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| To the mattress in her room
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| No matter what my friends
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| Say there’s no rhyme or reason
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| I know I did something wrong
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| Oh she had the wit, she had the knack
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| The night didn’t seem too long
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| The freckles upon her back
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| The gray hairs amongst the black
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| The quiver in her lips when
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| She spoke far too quick
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| The lines upon her hands
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| The weight of the stars made
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| The night fall down
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| Her hair made the whole town swoon
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| My heart was led by her pale skinny
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| Legs to the mattress in her room
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| No matter what my friends
|
| Say there’s no rhyme or reason
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| I know I did something wrong
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| Oh she had the wit, she had the knack
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| The night didn’t seem too long
|
| The weight of the stars made the night fall down
|
| Her hair made the whole town swoon
|
| My heart was led by her pale skinny
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| Legs to the mattress in her room
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| No matter what my friends say
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| There’s no rhyme or reason
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| I know I did something wrong
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| Oh she had the wit, she had the knack
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| The night didn’t seem too long |