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This georgia road is red |
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The georgia sky is blue |
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And it looks just like the sky |
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That carried me to you |
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The good lord up in heaven knows |
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What i've been going through |
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And he's whispering to me |
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That i'll get over you |
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My angel in distress |
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You look ok to me |
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I'll send you my address |
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I could easily stay with you |
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On your side of heaven's door |
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'cause i don't love you any less |
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But i can't love you anymore |
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It's tuscaloosa, birmingham |
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Or baton rouge |
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Hell i don't know just where i'm at |
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To tell the truth |
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But the good lord up in heaven knows |
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What you've been going through |
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And he's whispering to me |
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That he'll take care of you |
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My angel in distress |
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You look ok to me |
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I'll send you my address |
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When i know what it will be |
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I could easily stay with you |
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On your side of heaven's door |
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'cause i don't love you any less |
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But i can't love you anymore |
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My angel in distress |
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You look ok to me |
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I'll send you my address |
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When i know what it will be |
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I could easily stay with you |
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On your side of heaven's door |
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'cause i don't love you any less |
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But i can't love you anymore |
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I don't love you any less |
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But i can't love you anymore |
