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They call her mississippi |
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But she don't flow to me |
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Spends her light on the bayou |
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But she don't come to see |
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She's the one that makes my dreams |
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They call her mississippi |
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But she don't flow to me |
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The shape of her horizon |
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Makes the morning sun |
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When she puts her eyes on |
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Each and anyone |
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She's the one that makes me fall |
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Midnight moon shines through it all |
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She's the one that makes me fall |
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Midnight moon shines through it all |
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She's the one that makes my dreams |
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They call her mississippi |
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But she don't flow to me |
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They call her mississippi |
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But she don't flow to me |
