Stoplights turn into skylines
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And my mind turns to you
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Two hundred miles behind
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Off to this roadside dive
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Wondering how this cup of coffee's gonna see me through
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But this has been our story, some sad song
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Ever since the day, the day you came along
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It's a lonely night in Georgia
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And everything I do reminds me of being with you
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It's a lonely night, but I'll be alright
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'Cause I'm comin' on home, comin' on home to you
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Skylines turn into stoplights
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Another town, another crowd
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When all the peoples gone home
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I'm left all alone, with nothin' but you to think about
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But this has been our story
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I know you've heard it all before
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'Cause every time I come home
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You know I'm right back out that door
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The warmth of your body though these tall olden pines
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The sound of your heartbeat brings your skin to mine
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Yours peach kisses ripened by your southern sun smile
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Now my senses are heightened with the last hundred miles
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[Chorus]
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Lonely Night In Georgia
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| Marc Broussard |
