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Well I moved into this room if you could call it that a week ago
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I never do what I'm supposed to do. Hardly even know my name anymore
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When No one calls it out it kind of vanishes away
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I can't get to sleep at night, the parking lot's so loud and bright.
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The AC hasn't worked in 20 years, probably never made a single person cold
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I can't say the same for me. I've done it many times
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Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines
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You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October
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Just head up north to Jacksonville. Cut around, and oh, boy watch your speed in Boiling Springs,
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They ain't got a thing to do, they'll get you every time
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Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines
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Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines
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If you pass through on a Sunday, better make a stop at Wayne's
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It's the only open liquor store north, I can't stand the pain
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of being by myself, without a little help, on a Sunday afternoon.
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And I needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline
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And I'm trying to be some ancient kind of man, one that's never seen the beauty in the world
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But I tried to chase it down, tried to make the whole thing mine
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Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines
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Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines
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I've been stuck here in this town, if you could call it that, a year or two
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I never do what I'm supposed to do. I don't even need a name anymore,
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No one calls it out, kind of vanishes away
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No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about
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The liberties that we can't do without seem to disappear like ghost in the air
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We don't even care, Until it vanishes away. |
