| Living in Saw Mill Gulch Road
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| There’s a lonely girl who’s now fifteen
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| Living in Saw Mill Gulch Road
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| There’s a lonely girl who’s now fifteen
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| Since I been gone, left a part of me
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| Things unsaid — remembering
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| I took her home. |
| We rode a car
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| Through rushing trees, the moon and night
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| I took her home. |
| We rode a car
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| Through rushing trees, the moon and night
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| It seemed so wrong to say goodbye
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| Things unsaid. |
| It wasn’t right
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| She’s sneaking our her back window
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| I’m waiting in Saw Mill Gulch Road
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| She’s sneaking our her back window
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| I’m waiting in Saw Mill Gulch Road
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| She couldn’t see me ride away
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| And leave her behind so all alone
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| A pack of cards for solitaire
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| Hidden meanings to stow away
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| A pack of cards for solitaire
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| Hidden meanings to stow away
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| Lots of things for memories
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| For when she dreams of future days |