heard my calling knowing well my time had come
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the choices we make are still full of mistakes
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now nothing can be done
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for which sins committed I deserve this rotten luck
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with my heart on my sleeve I was summoned to leave
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with no hope of coming back
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how long ¡®til Georgia
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it's been a long and weary ride
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how long ¡®til I may
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lay to rest my troubled mind
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maybe shortly nasty winds will settle down
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the sky in my view is the wrong shade of blue
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and I cannot live it down
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one more foreign sunrise I'll be right back home to you
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I've survived the terrain scorching sun and the rains
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in this place they brought me to
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ever wishful yet I never had a chance
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for what needs to be done I am second to none
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but it's all at my expense
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spin the bottle stop it while it's pointing west
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I've been everywhere but my mind's always there
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I don't care for all the rest
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Til Georgia
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J. Armen |