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Here I am standing firm |
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As the ground shakes beneath me |
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I send you away with my own hand |
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I try and try to remember that for now it's for the better |
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But there's a Southern kind of tragic blowing in |
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And it feels like the beginning of the end |
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Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky |
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And the sweet tea wells ran dry |
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Somewhere out there you're finding yourself |
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But back home it's the end of time |
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I'm scared to death |
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Pick up your phone |
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Outside I hear the bells ringing |
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Bringing ruin to all that we have ever known |
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Pick up your phone |
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I need an answer |
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Come home and call off disaster |
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'Cause I fear tonight our Cotton Land might fall |
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Oh I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall |
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Well the Alabama moon fell from the sky |
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And the sweet tea wells ran dry |
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Somewhere out there you're finding yourself |
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But back home it's the end of time |
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It's the end of time |
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Is it the end of all time |
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Or just the end of mine |
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Well all of the cotton died in the fields |
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The little babies cried the blue from their eyes |
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Somewhere I'll bet you're living it up |
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But come home before the end |
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The Alabama moon fell from the sky |
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And the sweet tea wells ran dry |
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Somewhere out there you're finding yourself |
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But back home it's the end of time |
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Come home and be mine... |
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