Sometimes I get lonely
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and that's a hard thing to say
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'till I wound up in the wrong side of Mississippi
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a little more then the getaway
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don't talk to yourself
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'cause after a while you might find
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Those empty fields of flat lands
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might make you have to lose your mind
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feel the heat and the cold
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cut the air with a knife
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but Georgia's passin' through it
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you've never been there your whole life
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well don't you know that we'll get through it baby
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i just don't see how
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you know it's written on the faces
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of every little passin' town
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the sun is sinking down on the delta
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seven miles is the only sign that lights our way
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I hope someone is there to care about me
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I'm gonna tear this whole place down
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and I'll be on my way
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I'll be on my way, alright
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well let me get right down to it
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I just can't get enough
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You know you hate being down
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before you ever loved being up
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so come on Mississippi
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don't point your finger at me
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just put me on your straight and narrow
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just as far as my eyes can see
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the sun is sinking down on the delta
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seven miles is the only sign that lights our way
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I hope someone is there to care about me
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I'm gonna tear this whole place down
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and I'll be on my way
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I'm gonna tear this whole place down
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and I'll be on my way
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I'm gonna tear this whole place down
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and I'll be on my way
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I'll be on my way
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I'll be on my way
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on my way
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7 Mile Breakdown
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| Taylor Hicks |
