| I was going on twelve, she was just nine
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| Passing round her little valentines
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| With the devil dancin' there in her eyes
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| Teasin' someday she would be my bride
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| I said, «You're just a little girl, now go on»
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| And as soon as I turned around, there she was. |
| .. gone
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| There she was, gone. |
| I started thinkin' bout her night and day
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| I started singing a young love song. |
| There she was, gone
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| Out of school now, and she’s my girl
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| But a restless soul needs to see the world
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| I search for a promise in those dancing eyes
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| Would she settle down by my side
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| She whispers in my ear, «Babe, you can’t hold on.»
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| So I opened up my arms, and there she was. |
| .. gone
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| There she was, gone. |
| I thought about her night and day
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| I was singing a lonesome song. |
| There she was, gone
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| Now we’re Mom and Dad, with a girl of our own
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| Growing like a weed in this happy home
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| She’s got that devil in her mama’s blue eyes
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| But no one realizes how time flies
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| Until the house is still, no more little girl’s songs
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| One day we turned around, and there she was. |
| .. gone
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| There she was, gone. |
| Oh I think about her every day
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| I’m singing a lonesome song. |
| There she was, gone
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| I’m an old man now, she’s still my girl
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| Spends her days in a long gone world
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| There’s a darker devil hiding in her eyes
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| Telling her, she’s someone else’s wife
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| She looks at me and says, «Mister, what’s wrong?»
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| And right before my eyes, there she is. |
| .. gone
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| There she was, gone. |
| I was searching for her every day
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| I was singing a worried man song. |
| There she was, gone
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| There she was, gone. |
| I’ll be thinking 'bout her all my days
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| I’ll be singing a lonesome song. |
| There she was, gone |