I feel change don't know it it's them or me.
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Hard going from a stranger to an old face that's just out of place.
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I feel stuck on fast-forward, and I'm passing the best parts all too fast.
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Lock in this movement. I pray the sky comes to life.
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WAY OUT IN THE COLD WEST,
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BUT I'M SOARING HOME TO ALABAM,
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THESE STATES HAVE TAKEN ME,
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BUT NOT FOR BETTER THINGS.
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I've covered this country far and wide,
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But I'll always be a son of the south.
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I'll fight to the death to make our name proud.
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Cause, I ain't got nothin' to lose!
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Feelin' stuck on fast forward, and I'm passing the best parts all to fast.
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OUT IN THE COLD WEST,
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BUT I'M SOARING HOME TO ALABAM,
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THESE STATES HAVE TAKEN ME,
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BUT NOT FOR BETTER THINGS.
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These miles have got me thinkin' about missin' home and all.
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I'm just laying here restless...
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But there is no reason for me to be hangin' my head.
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We can't help but be blessed.
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When you've been raised by Gods finest.
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WAY OUT IN THE COLD WEST,
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BUT I'M SOARING HOME TO ALABAM,
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THESE STATES HAVE TAKEN ME,
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Raised By The Tide
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| Maylene & The Sons Of Disaster |
