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She's on the dusty road alone
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Travelling, travelling, travelling alone
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She loves to laugh, she loves to live, and she loves to love
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She left her home and family
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To find the thing she couldn't see
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From the window in her house in the countryside
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This small town girl needs to fly
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To reach her dream in the sky
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Ai yai yai
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And so the story goes
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Di...da...di...di...da...di...da...di...da...di...da..di...da...di
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And so the story goes
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Di...da...di...di...da...di...da...di...da...di...da...di..da...di
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She came to town and went to stay
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And found a reason there to stay
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She saw the row of folks vanishing in the welfare lines
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And then she made her way back home
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Strolling, strolling, strolling alone
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She hated some, she needed some, and she loved some
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And so the story goes
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Di..da...di...di...da....di...da...di...da...di...da...di..da...di
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And so the story goes
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Di..da...di...di...da....di...da...di...da...di...da...di..da...di
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di da di
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| maria montell |
