| We were wandering down by the river, that day
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| Just me and 'bout five of my friends
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| We were all getting ready to start the fifth grade
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| As summer had come to an end
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| I could see that something washed up on the banks
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| What it was wasn’t clear to me yet
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| The closer we came, it was clear to my eyes
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| This was something we’d never forget
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| Nowhere Girl, under the clear autumn skies
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| Breathless and exposed
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| Nowhere Girl, under the tender moonlight
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| Naked and alone
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| None of us had ever seen her before
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| You’d remember such a strange face
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| Her mouth shut like a confessional door
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| Like she still had something to say
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| Nowhere Girl, under the clear autumn skies
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| Breathless and exposed
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| Nowhere Girl, under the tender moonlight
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| Naked and alone
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| (Oh, Nowhere Girl, how did you end up here?)
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| Her blue eyes froze like a fawn in headlights
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| Caught in some dangerous game
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| Then we gathered some leaves from the base of the trees
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| And made a blanket to cover her frame
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| Oh, Nowhere Girl, how did you end up here?
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| The very next day we returned to the place
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| But the Nowhere Girl was nowhere
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| Our blanket of leaves had been lost to a breeze
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| Like confetti thrown in the air
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| We each had a theory and conspiracy
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| Of how the Nowhere Girl disappeared
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| To this day, I can still see her face
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| Haunting me for thirty-five years
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| Nowhere Girl, under the clear autumn skies
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| Breathless and exposed
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| Nowhere Girl, under the tender moonlight
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| Naked and alone
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| We were young, autumn skies
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| We were young, under moonlight
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh |