In a small, Pennsylvania town the kind that
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Looks like a postcard from a distance
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There sprang a true love, a God-forbidden new love
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Complete with romance and resistance
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Bars and churches and one-pump Texacos
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Provide the setting and the frame work
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He's been calling her, her mama's stalling him
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But now they're on their way to claim her
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That night - he sat in the back seat
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That night - they drove up and down the street
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That night - all he wanted was to see her face again
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Summer nights they danced beneath the stars
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Upon the Erie shore she would receive him
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But oh those days are passed and she ain't been to class
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And he don't know what to believe
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Now Cupid's army, stand behind their leader
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They carry chains and wear black leather
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They dragged her mama out,
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The neighbor fathers saw her kick and shout
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And then they all did band together
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That night - soldiers lined the field
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That night - trash can lids for shields
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That night - in his cries they heard the depths of love revealed
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And the funny thing was, she was miles away
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Her aunt and uncle's house, and in the family way
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And he never knew, cause she never said so
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If only she had told him 'bout it
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He would a' never let them go
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In a small, Pennsylvania town the kind that
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Looks like a postcard from a distance
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There was a burst of violence in the name of first love
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I know cause I was an eye witness
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That night - he went to stake his claim
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That night - I called my lover's name
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That night - I only wanted things to be the same again
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To be the same again
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That night
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Oh that night
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That Night
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| The Gathering Field |
