| Your eyes try to tell me that you’ve been around
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| Oh, but all you say to me is you’re right back in this town
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| I wonder why you’re so afraid
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| I wonder what you’re runnin' from
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| 'Cause you can’t run out of this world, Terlingua girl
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| Face of a stranger
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| Eyes so familiar
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| Light as a feather
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| Life in a whirl
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| Terlingua Girl
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| Come all the way from New Orleans, you say this place has got a hold
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| Oh, but all that’s holding on is a feel you won’t let go
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| What is it that I don’t see? |
| Why is it so strong?
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| That keeps you coming back for more, Terlingua girl
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| Face of a stranger
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| And eyes so familiar
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| Light as a feather
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| Life in a whirl
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| Terlingua Girl |