The sun is coming
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Your body's warm
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The grass is cold
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But the summer's over and I can't spend another day
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Kicking down the dirt road
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Georgia you're fine
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You're ten feet tall
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I could only love you more and more
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But isn't it time we said goodbye
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And I can't help crying
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Georgia I love you
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And I don't understand what your soul is wrapped in
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Georgia I love you
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Your so young and so cynical and so passive
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Good lord I never
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Thought that I would want it
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Like every American Girl
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But here I go with my red dress on
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tryin' to make it in the big world
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George you're a crime in ripped up jeans
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You're sexier than Brad and Angelina Jolie
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But somethings shakin' my bed
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And breakin' in my head
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And I can't stand this hopeless feeling
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Georgia I love you
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and I don't understand what your soul is wrapped in
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Georgia I love you
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You're so young and so cynical and so passive
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Georgia I love you
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With the world at your feet you just wash your hands
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Georgia I love you
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Is there some way to reach you now take a stand
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And Georgia years from now
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When I see you walkin'
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I hope you'll stop and smile
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It'll be so funny talkin'
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We'll be older then
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And maybe wise
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And if you find what you love, baby don't compromise
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Georgia I love you
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But you're casting your dreams down a well that's hollow
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Georgia I love you
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In your eyes your just fishing for someone to follow
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Georgia I love you
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In the afternoon sun will you still be glistening
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Georgia I love you
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Can't you hear in the distance your train is whistling
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Georgia, I love you
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Don't you miss me
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Georgia
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| Sophie B. Hawkins |
