| Hey Joe, have you seen my friend Flo
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| I was with her last night, I thought it was alright for her to go
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| Put her in the car, guess she didn’t get very far
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| 'Cause they found her shoes and her purse by the off ramp
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| Don’t know why she stopped but I am sure she had a reason
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| Some creep took it as chick open season
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| It doesn’t look good, no, it doesn’t look good
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| I doubt she’s gonna get up and walk out of those woods
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| But it could have been me, oh
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| And that strikes me like a baseball bat across my knees, alright
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| One night my car broke down on the turnpike
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| I was stuck in Northeast Pennsylvania
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| It was after midnight and it was gonna snow
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| I didn’t have nowhere to go
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| I thought to call for help
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| But when the cars passed me by my cries fell silent
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| For how many times has the Devil walked among us
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| Wearing the face of the savior
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| So I headed out alone not sure whether to stay in the light
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| Where I could see or in the darkness where they can’t see me
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| It could have been me, oh
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| Strikes me like a baseball bat across my knees |
| Oh, it could have been me, oh
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| Strikes me like a baseball bat across my knees
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| Oh, across my knees, oh, across my knees |