| As large as life she stood there
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| Kissed my cheek and called my old nickname
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| And though several years had passed
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| Both of us still looked quite the same
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| I said hi relaxed a bit
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| Then asked her how she’d been all these years
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| She told me she was feeling fine
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| Came to see a friend who lived up here
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| Told me she had finished school
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| And then went on to college for a year
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| I asked if she had married
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| Slowly down her cheek there came a tear
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| She said just an itchy eye
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| It must be the weather way up here
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| Told her I can’t stand the cold
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| It freezes me and I can’t feel my ears
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| We talked a bit about Mobile
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| And thought about how it has never changed
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| I told her I was a comin' home
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| To spend some time and hoped it wouldn’t rain
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| She asked if she could see me then
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| And we could spend some time now and then
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| Because I lived so far away
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| Was still no chance why we could not be friends
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| I drove her to the waiting plane
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| Watched that big jet streaking through the sky
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| Thought about the sad young girl
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| And the time that I just saw her cry
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| That flame must still be burning bright
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| I think I’ll catch a later flight today
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| It’s time for me to go on home
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| And spend a day or two down by the bay |