| Well she was born in the morning late October San Antone
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| Aw she’s every girl I’ve ever known
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| Well she was born in the morning late October San Antone
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| Aw she’s every girl I’ve ever known
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| She don’t talk about religion she talks about the stones
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| Oh she’s every girl I’ve ever known
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| And her tongue is like the Devil when she tries to concentrate
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| She says she don’t want marriage but she still believes in fate
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| And she stands her ground to defiantly but cries when she’s alone
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| Oh she’s every girl I’ve ever known
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| Now her voice it is a melody that sings just like a bird
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| Oh she’s every song I’ve ever heard
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| And her heartbeat is a rhythm that commands her every word
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| Aw she’s every song I’ve ever heard
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| She reflects the world in happiness and echoes all the pain
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| Her smiles the world of sunrise her cries to make it rain
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| And she hides the truth discretely you’d have to take her word
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| Aw she’s every song I’ve ever heard
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| She’s a sober Sunday kitchen conversation with my dad
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| Aw she’s every friend I’ve ever had
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| Well we never failed to cut a trail whenever times were bad
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| Oh she’s every friend I’ve ever had
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| She’s a flighty good time buddy in the corner of the bar
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| But she’d fight the Devil for ya just for being who you are
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| And she’s the last to cast a stone though she’d love to leave you mad
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| Aw she’s every friend I’ve ever had
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| Well she was born in the morning late October San Antone |