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Thursday, August 12, 2004

American Girl

Well she was an American girl, raised on promises. She couldn't help thinkin that there was a little more to life somewhere else.
After all it was a great big world, with lots of places to run to.
Yeah, and if she had to die tryin' she had one little promise she was gonna keep.
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It was kind of cold that night. She stood alone on her balcony. She could see the cars roll by out on 441, like waves crashin' in the beach.
And for one desperate moment there, he crept back in her memory.
God it's so painful, something that's so close and still, so far out of reach.

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