| Returning to solace
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| So sweet like honeysuckle on the tongue
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| The sound of silence blesses my ears
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| Enveloping like the earth
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| I will one day lie in
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| Metropolis is bad to wither the soul
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| Roaring concrete and steel
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| Washes you in blood
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| So let you point and laugh
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| Provincial ain’t so bad
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| Take me back down to where I belong
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| To rust in rivers
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| I do not covet any man’s life
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| I know my place all to well
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| One man’s paradise
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| Is another man’s living hell
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| To each their own
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| Generations ago made this place my own
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| The roots are deep and strong
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| Carry them wherever I go
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| Never wanted your approval
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| Never wanted your acceptance
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| Never wanted to be anything but me
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| Never wanted to be anywhere but here
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| Carry me Southeast bound home
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| To speak in defense of our good name
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| Lay me to rest with my kin
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| In the ground of God’s country
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| Lash out at any who would smear you with hate
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| Deify no one, never crawl ashamed
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| The past screams injustice on Southern night wind
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| Whips, manacles, chains, musket balls
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| A dark history never forgotten, only misconception remains
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| Speak in defense of our good name
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| The blood of kin grants absolution
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| I’ll join them soon enough
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| In the ground of God’s country
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| Speak in defense of our good name
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| The blood of kin grants absolution
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| I’ll join them soon enough
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| In the ground of God’s country
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| Never wanted your acceptance
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| Never wanted your approval
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| Never wanted to be anything but me
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| Never wanted to be anywhere but right here |