I’m going back to see if I can find my lonesome girl
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I’ve been told she still lives in that old part of town.
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Oh, how I long to be with her and never leave again.
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Light green heels unfolding, then turning into blue,
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Meddle horses riding fast in the Catallian sun,
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But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
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Italian singers in the streets, playing their Spanish guitars.
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Young man crying heavily in the arms of Mona Lisa,
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But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
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The Christian church standing so tall, its shadows now growing dull
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A fortune telling lady shouting the Roman Empire is dying,
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And I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
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The gates of Rome are opened now, restless and complaining
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Diamonds shining in the sun, beggars collecting tin cans.
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But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
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Mother wolf is howling now, the orphan baby’s fighting,
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The allophones of Anabelle still stuck in the mountains.
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But I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
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Now I’m going back to see if I can find my true love
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Oh, I’ve been told she still lives in that old part of town.
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Oh, how I long to be with her and never leave again.
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For I can only think of that lonesome girl of mine.
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Lonesome Girl
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| The Bony King of Nowhere |
