In the deep south of heaven,
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on the wavering line where Tennessee will leave just in time.
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I'm writing it down,
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it will be different soon,
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you look amazing stuck between me and the moon.
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I know bridges and houses are learning to fly,
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only secretly so we won't know why.
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Good for them, everyone ends.
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In the deep blue sea morning,
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there's catfish waiting to be born,
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but they know how it happens tonight is all to them.
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I've written it down in the late late after noons,
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"street names are changing and I will follow suit."
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I think that's exciting and I think that's crazy.
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Thinking of waiting here in the deep south.
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The Deep South
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The Promise Ring |