| Pretty little girl on the side of the road
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| Yellow hair in a yellow bow
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| Little thumb stickin' in the exit lane
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| Two packs of smokes and a candy cane
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| Woman hips, baby lips
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| A hallelujah book in the back of a pillow slip
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| If she gets out of here too soon
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| She’ll run fast by the shy of the moon
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| She’s been havin' the same old dreams
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| Of lullabies and pale blue skies
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| Fallin' asleep beneath the stars
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| Orion aims and shoots his arrows oh so far
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| Aims 'em hard
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| He shoots the moon and takes her as his own reward
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| If she’s gonna see those stars too soon
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| She’ll run fast by the shy of the moon
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| She found out so long ago
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| That she wants more than all she knows
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| River ends right as she goes
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| Water breaks and she’s gone down in the undertow
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| She’s below
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| I’ll stand tall and hold up high my mistletoe
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| She’s gonna shine just like brand new
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| She’ll take my hand and we’ll run by the shy of the moon |