On the street where I grew up.
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There was a girl named Adalia.
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We used to walk to a part deep in the woods.
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And in the middle of the night.
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I can still hear her cries.
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I remember the police around.
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I remember the awful sound.
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But the hardest memory.
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Was when she laughed with me.
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I never saw her there.
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I remember I just started running.
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I'm so sorry, Adalia.
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Whatever happened out there.
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Will never be clear.
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Life can be so unfair.
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I miss you Adalia.
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I miss you Adalia
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On the street where I grew up.
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There was a man who lived alone.
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He used to walk to a part deep in the woods.
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I never thought of it.
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But he wont leave my head.
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I swear I saw him in the woods earlier that night.
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Whatever happened out there.
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Will never be clear.
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Life can be so unfair.
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I miss you Adalia.
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I miss you Adalia.
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The Torment Of Mr. Bigsby
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| Madina Lake |
