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I will hang with the spanish moss, over you |
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By this well water that keeps you cool |
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I will wait for the signal of distress |
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To drop another ice cube down the front of your dress |
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Cypress knees and shallow bays |
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We will sweat it, spend our days |
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There is a sunshine state i never knew |
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But i can re-write time with you |
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I will be the flounder on your southern shores |
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On your southern sandy beaches |
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If you would only show me where your sunshine reaches |
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Where it reaches |
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I will be the steward of your southern lands |
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If you would only take my, take my shaking hands |
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Will you build your half of the bridge? |
