Heard you were leaving
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You hadn't asked for much
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Just a strong hand and a soft touch
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The miles in between us
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Were to great for you to hold
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You said something's different
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Something's changed
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From the way it was
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In those summer days
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But you can't explain it
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And it's best that we just move on
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Go on and speak for yourself
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Nothing has changed in the south
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But you get a free night in Boston
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I get a long night in Tennesee
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Said we'd be together
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Until the end of time
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But my clock's still tickin'
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Quarter past nine
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Every second that passes
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Second guesses are made through
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Go on and speak for yourself
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Nothing has changed in the south
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But you get a free night in Boston
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I get a long night in Tennesee
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Long Night In Tennessee
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| Matt Wertz |
