By the light of the moon
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To a 50's tune
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He pledged his love to her
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A girl so rare
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A girl so fair
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The girl for him for sure
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He could see himself getting up every mornin'
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For the rest of his life
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Just to look in those eyes so blue
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It was all he ever wanted to do
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She was all he'd ever need to see him through
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They were still in their teens
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When he gave her the ring
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They were married late one May
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And they moved into a little house
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On the far end of town
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Out by the big highway
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And all through the days
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And all through the nights
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The cars and trucks rolled on by
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And he slept through it all just fine
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Every night he slept just fine
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Sometimes she'd stare at the stars out the window
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Sometimes she'd walk `neath the moon
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Sometimes she'd sit there just watching him sleeping
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Hoping the dawn would come soon
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She'd done well in school
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She'd followed the rules
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And she'd always stood out from the rest
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She'd go off to college
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And work her way through
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Then move to some city out west
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She had it all planned
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She'd have her career
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She'd have all of the things that she'd always lacked
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She'd wake up one morning all packed
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And leave here and never look back
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Most of her friends thought it soon would be over
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Not many thought it would last
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Most seemed to think they were all wrong for each other
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And soon it would pass - soon it would pass
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Now twenty years have gone
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And her kids have moved on
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And she's still on the far end of town
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Her youngest - she's livin' somewhere in L.A.
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And her oldest - he works on a nearby farm
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Her husband comes home
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And they talk over supper
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He's usually the first to turn in
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Another day comes to an end
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Another day just ends
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And sometimes in the wee hours when the traffic dies down
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She'll hear the sound of some bird on the wing
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And she'll look out the window and she'll look at his picture
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But not at the ring - not at the ring
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She never looks at the ring
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The Ring
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| Bob Seger |
