| Standing here with a tale to tell
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| I might as well tell to you
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| Nothing near Wagnerian
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| As Terminator Two
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| It’s an old one about a little dirt farm girl
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| Who wanted to get out for good
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| She’d do anything to keep that dream
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| She’d do anything she could
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| Who was she
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| To feel so free
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| With her heart on her sleeve
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| She just couldn’t believe…
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| There was a price to pay
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| Her very first chance to escape that year
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| Came when the circus had come to town
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| She wound up in bed and quite madly in love
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| With some rubber nose juggling clown
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| He promised he’d return for her come next spring
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| And he swore that he wouldn’t forget
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| Needless to say come the following May
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| More than her appetite was getting wet
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| She proceeded unheeded and quite undefeated
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| To the trailer behind the tents
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| And her heart began to soar at his trailer door
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| She was gonna go wherever he went
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| Who was she
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| To feel so free
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| With her heart on her sleeve
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| She just couldn’t believe…
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| There was a price to pay
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| He arrived at last at about half past
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| With a girl under every arm
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| But all of this in itself could have been innocent as hell
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| But what began to cause her alarm
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| Was when he locked the door behind him like she’d always been
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| She was standing alone in the dirt
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| And her eyes were so dry that she began to cry
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| And something began to hurt
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| She wanted to tear the hair out of her head
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| Yeah and she wanted to wish that she was dead
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| But a voice in her just would not let her drop
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| And her heart began to break but it didn’t stop
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| «Run all you’re races
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| And don’t you fear
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| You and I
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| Are getting out of here
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| And we’ll survive
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| That I guarantee
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| Cause you don’t need much
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| When all you have is me»
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| She listened to the little voice in her
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| And then she hit the road
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| Free at last and with just a tiny scar
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| And finally on her own
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| No one knows what became of her
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| All we know is she got away
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| And though there really ain’t no guarantees down here
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| I like to think she did okay
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| Who was she
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| To feel so free
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| With her heart on her sleeve
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| She just wouldn’t believe
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| That there’s a price to pay
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| That there’s a price to pay
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| That there’s a price to pay
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| That there’s a price to pay |