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Well, sometimes |
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I get lonely |
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And that's a hard thing to say |
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Till I wound up in the wrong side of |
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Mississippi |
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A little more than a getaway |
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Don't talk to yourself' |
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Cause after a while you might find |
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Those empty fields of flat lands |
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Might make you have to lose your mind |
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Feel the heat and the cold |
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Cut the air with a knife |
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But Georgia's is passing through it |
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You never been there your whole life |
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Well, don't you know it will get through baby? |
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Well, I just don't see how |
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You know it's written on the faces |
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Of every little passing town |
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The sun is sinking down over the delta |
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Seven miles is the only sign that lights our way |
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I hope someone is there to care about me |
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I'm gonna tear this whole place down and |
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I'll be on my way |
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I'll be on my way, alright |
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Well, let me get right down to it |
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I just can't get enough |
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You know you hate being down |
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Before you're in love, be in love |
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So come on |
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Mississippi, yeah |
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Don't point your finger at me |
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Just put me on your straight and narrow |
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Just as far as my eyes can see |
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The sun is sinking down over the delta |
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Seven miles is the only sign that lights our way |
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I hope someone is there to care about me |
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I'm gonna tear this whole place down and |
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I'll be on my way |
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I'm gonna tear this whole place down and |
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I'll be on my way |
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I'm gonna tear this whole place down and |
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I'll be on my way |
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I'll be on my way, |
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I'll be on my way, on my way |
