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IĄŻm going down to Florence, gonna wear a pretty dress
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IĄŻll sit on top the magic wall with the voices in my head
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Then weĄŻll drive on through to Memphis, past the strongest shores
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And on to Arkansas just to touch the crumbled soul
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(Chorus)
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A featherĄŻs not a bird
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The rain is not the sea
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A stone is not a mountain
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But a river runs through me
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(Verse)
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ItĄŻs never any highway when youĄŻre looking for the blast
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The land becomes a memory and it happens way too fast
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Yea the moneysĄŻ home in Nashville, locked inside my gift
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So IĄŻm going down to Florence just to learn to love a friend
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(Chorus)
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A featherĄŻs not a bird
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The rain is not the sea
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A stone is not a mountain
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But a river runs through me
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(Verse)
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IĄŻve burned up 7 lives and IĄŻve used up all my charms
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I took the long way home just to end up in your arms
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ThatĄŻs why IĄŻm going down to Florence, now I got my pretty dress
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(Going down to Florence, got a pretty dress)
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IĄŻm gonna let the magic wall put the voices in my head
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(Chorus)
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A featherĄŻs not a bird
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The rain is not the sea
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A stone is not a mountain
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But a river runs through me
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A featherĄŻs not a bird
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The rain is not the sea
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A stone is not a mountain
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(Chorus)
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A featherĄŻs not a bird
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The rain is not the sea
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A stone is not a mountain
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But a river runs through me
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A Feather's Not A Bird
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| Rosanne Cash |
