| Last night the willows stopped weeping
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| And everything sat hushed and still
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| And while my body lay sleeping
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| I dreamt of rebecca deville
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| Now I wonder if she was a real girl
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| Did she die when I woke
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| Well i’ll sleep straight through to tomorrow
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| And look for her till I go broke
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| I found myself by the highway
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| That i ride in all my dreams
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| I met her while i was hitchhiking
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| From england to new orleans
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| She rode shotgun but stayed facing me
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| And I laid down in the back
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| I fell in love somewhere near illinois
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| And she said she loved me right back
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| Anybody
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| Has anybody seen my little girl around
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| I last saw her in new orleans
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| I can’t find her now
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| I stepped into the nearest twilight bar
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| To ask if anyone knew
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| The whereabouts of my rebecca deville
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| The bartender said that he knew
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| He said that just a few weeks ago
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| She hitched a ride out west
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| With a man who said he’d show her the big time
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| Said he would show her the best
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| But he stopped the car two miles down the road
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| And he put a gun to her head
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| And raped her of all that she ever had
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| When rebecca was found she was dead
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| Anybody
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| Has anybody seen my little girl around
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| I last saw her in new orleans
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| I can’t find her now
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| Anybody
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| Has anybody seen my little girl around
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| I last saw her in new orleans
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| I can’t find her now
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| Anybody
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| Has anybody seen my little girl around
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| I last saw her in new orleans
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| I can’t find her now
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| Low doesn’t even begin
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| To describe the shape that i am in
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| But you can dream in both directions
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| And bring the past back again
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| So maybe i can find her
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| Before heaven goes and hides her
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| Hope and keep her from going
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| Away
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| Well i saw her again
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| It was a sunday evening
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| She had flagged a ride
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| It was a lincoln continental
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| She was on the passenger side
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| She had ahold of the handle
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| I said rebecca don’t go
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| He’s not what he seems
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| I said rebecca don’t go
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| He’s not what he seems
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| Take my word darling
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| And drop out of this dream
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| She said
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| He’s going to
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| The big city
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| And i’m going too
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| You know how that is with me
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| I said stop
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| Don’t you get in the car
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| Don’t you get in the car
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| 'cause i won’t be coming back
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| If you get in the back
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| Don’t you get in the car
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| Don’t you get in the car
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| 'cause i won’t be coming back
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| If you get in the back
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| My sweetheart
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| My sweetheart
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| I will just stay awake
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| Six years or maybe eight
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| Till I lose your memory
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| And all that you’ve meant to me
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| 'cause i can’t stand to see this
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| I can’t stand to see this
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| I can’t stand to see this
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| Well she got inside
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| And waved goodbye
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| And i watched the tail lights
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| They danced like candle light
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| And then they went out
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| Goodbye
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| My sweetheart
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| Goodbye
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| My sweetheart
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| Anybody
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| Has anybody seen my little girl around
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| I last saw her in new orleans
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| I can’t find her now |