| She left her neighborhood in which
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| Everyone was filthy rich
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| She left her parents' home and strayed
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| With a vagabond who made
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| Vows of love she’d never heard
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| And she believed his every word
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| She left no forwarding address
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| Just took her youth and happiness
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| As with the boy she vanished in
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| The secret sweetness of their sin
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| A young girl
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| A young girl of sixteen
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| Child of springtime, still green
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| Lying here by the road
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| He told her love demanded space
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| So they roamed from place to place
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| Although she realized she’d sin
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| She threw caution to the wind
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| As she followed him around
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| While he slowly dragged her down
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| So overpowering was her love
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| That it had made a captive of
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| The young girl’s heart and soul and mind
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| In other words love drove her blind
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| A young girl
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| A young girl of sixteen
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| Child of springtime, still green
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| Lying here by the road
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| Too much emotion for a girl
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| She let her heart become her world
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| But was that God has never wrought
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| For asunder we are taught
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| Had she been wiser she’d have known
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| She couldn’t feed him love alone
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| She should have known the day would come
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| When he would quit her just for crumbs
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| He wanted fresh new meat to carve
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| Left her heart and mind to starve
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| A young girl
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| A young girl of sixteen
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| Child of springtime, still green
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| Lying here by the road
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| Dead |