i was raised on a dirt road
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ghost town, stray dogs
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whole nine, the gold mine closed down
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i knew the woods like the back of my hand
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and i would shoot the breeze
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with the roots and trees
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i'd go by the river
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and watch the way the devil dances
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but never took his hand
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even though i did have several chances
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everybody slept
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when the morning dew turned to frost
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darkness moved in
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and somebody burned a cross
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a girl named stella cuwin
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was prettier than you`d imagine
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the town should've given her the crown
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for the beauty pageant
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but instead
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some local pinhead started spreading rumors
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about the cuwins being inbreds
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and what's worse, people believed it
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cause the family was dirt poor
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and down on their luck
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so that made it hurt more
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picking up garbage and mowing the grass
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at this point stella stopped going to class
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you know how they ridicule a kid in school
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and this shit's enough
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to make anybody feel like a misfit
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she made herself invisible
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and hid inside a house of mirrors
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whenever the fear stops
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so did the tear drops
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but fear is forever
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and lies become legend
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and eventually growing
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slowly, exponentially
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she should've been a cover girl
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treated like a princess
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but she's an enigma
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haunted by the stigma of incest
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she tried to hide the scars
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her name reminds me of the stars
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i saw diamonds divide
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in the corners of her eyes
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she tried to hide the scars
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her name reminds me of the stars
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i saw diamonds divide
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in the corners of her eyes
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one horse town
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known for the most softness
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little old schoolhouse
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burned down post office
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blueberries and bulrushes
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a tree with a tire swing
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volunteer fireman's fair
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the whole entire thing
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stella was heartbroken
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decided to start smoking
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bad taste in her mouth
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she grew into a sad face
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her few friends were worried
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but her parents were always pround of her
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but she never escaped from under the cloud cover
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a woman reduced
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she was eaten by a monster
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and after all these years
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the past, it still haunts her
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it whispers her name
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when she's trying instead
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to just listen to music
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while she's lying in bed
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now the story of stella
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is one that every child knows
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but the witch in the woods
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is more like a wild rose
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she tried to hide the scars
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her name reminds me of the stars
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i saw diamonds divide
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in the corners of her eyes
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she tried to hide the scars
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her name reminds me of the stars
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i saw diamonds divide
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in the corners of her eyes
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Stella
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| Buck 65 |
