| She came from this place
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| Such a pretty face
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| And she danced to the radio
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| She could sing a song
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| The boys came along
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| She didn’t know how to just say no
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| There’s gonna be a tall, dark man to wed
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| There’s gonna be a cold, hard truth instead
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| She’s waving goodbye to seventeen
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| From a long, white limousine
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| Some dreams are in the air some are seen
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| Irene
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| Well she owned this town
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| But couldn’t settle down
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| They played her songs on the radio
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| But she partied late
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| And she made them wait
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| It’s all there on the video
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| There’s gonna be a long bus ride ahead
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| There’s gonna be some cold hotel in bed
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| She’s waving goodbye to twenty-three
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| From deep inside the machine
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| Some hands are in the dirt some are clean
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| Irene
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| Well she fell so hard
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| And her kids looked on
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| She passed on to the other side
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| It went downhill fast
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| You know nothing lasts
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| I heard her song on a late night drive
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| Shoulda been some bright, blue skies ahead
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| There’s gonna be some cold, hard ground instead
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| She’s waving goodbye to thirty-three
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| From a long, black limousine |
| Life’s just as kind to you as it is mean
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| Irene
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| Irene |