Well I went south
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With a case of survival
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To amend my heart that's paper thin
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You see I felt her words
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and her images filed
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I'm gonna carry my heart to New Orleans
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I have no home to go
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So I wander awhile
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From coast to coast
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From sin to sin
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From the coldest shores
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To the warmest islands
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Been around the world
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Back to New Orleans
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Well she's got pride
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Like a million lions
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She's got a scar
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on her velvet face
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She's got a smile
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like a newborn child
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She's gotta walk,
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a Stoic Grace
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I never slept that night
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Until my arrival
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I romanticized a long embrace
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You see I lost my tongue
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and burned my Bible
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But made it back home to New Orleans
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Well she's got pride
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Like a million lions
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She's got a scar
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on her velvet face
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She's got a smile
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like a newborn child
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She's gotta walk
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a Stoic Grace
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Well I held my breath
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and I swam for miles
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When all was lost
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and hell took place
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You see it rained all night
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and the city she flooded
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It rained all night in New Orleans
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Yeah it rained all night in New Orleans
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Yeah it rained all night in New Orleans
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Yeah it rained all night in New Orleans
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New Orleans
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Rancid |