| Well she’s sitting right there on the chain link fence
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| She’s down at the park with the rest of her friends
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| And she looks so pretty but she’s only sixteen
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| Didn’t know that when she smiled at me
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| Now the boys are hunched over their electric guitars
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| I’m lying in the grass out beside my car
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| I followed her down to the Dixie Freeze
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| Hold on, hold on, hold on to me
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| Sweet girl
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| Don’t let go for the world
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| Cause I’m not from here
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| And I’m afraid that I might never see you again
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| Now it’s the end of the summer and I’m just twenty-one
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| I been in California for the last two months
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| And there weren’t no girls like her out there
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| Her boyfriend don’t like me and I think that’s fair
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| Cause I’m sitting right here on the chain link fence
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| And when she smiles at me gonna take my chance
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| Say I know the show’s over but I wish you wouldn’t leave
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| Hold on, hold on, hold on to me
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| Sweet girl
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| Don’t let go for the world
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| Cause I’m not from here
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| And I’m afraid that I might never see you again |