| Gracie had a baby, she grew up, she was only seventeen
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| Something like a stranger and no one can recall
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| The way she used to smile
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| Now in a one-horse town, no one ever seems to
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| Give a damn. |
| But she could feel the fingers pointing:
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| Eyes like knives and needles on her back
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| Oh Grace is gone
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| Gracie told the taxi: 'take me as far as I can go'
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| She said: 'I'm tired of this town and I’m sure
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| This town is tired of me.' |
| She bought
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| A one way ticket with a newborn and a suitcase
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| But her side. |
| There ain’t nothing like it:
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| The Kansas City Mainline moving down the track
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| Oh Grace is gone
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| Gracie found a job, typing for important businessmen
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| But sometimes all she could do was stare
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| Out of the windows at the wildflowers
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| Gracie cries at night, she looks upon the stars out
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| In the sky. |
| She sings to herself softly, sitting
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| In a bathrobe on her windowsill
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| Ah grace is gone
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| Gracie had a baby, she grew up, she was only seventeen
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| Something like a stranger and no one can recall the way
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| She used to smile |