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Copyright © 1983, words and music by Dean Batstone I met you on the west coast in a bar they called ‘The Other Side of Town’ Once I tried to bring you close, but it’s hard with all those other guys around Then you climbed so fast, never looking back I knew in my minds eye the words I’d say, but my eyes just couldn’t speak those words Ch: I can thank a lady for her smile I can teach the man the words to sing I can tell the children ‘don’t stop asking why’ But I can’t tell you anything I followed you to Calgary where people came in thousands just to look I thought how much you looked just like a princess in my childhood picture book So proud and tall, yeah, you showed them all Just when I thought I could walk away, you flashed a glance A glance was all it took It seems like years ago you left our town, a girl so liberal and free I guess the folks at home were right when they voted you most likely to succeed Now I tell my friends, hey, I knew you when But if you should have a change of heart, or if you fall, you know right where I’ll be
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