| Please don’t let me die in Florida,
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| I don’t care about my name.
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| If you catch me dying in Daytona
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| Throw my bed on to a train.
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| I was born in Indian summer,
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| In the Southern long ago.
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| Where those dirty streets cry out for rain
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| And this is what I know.
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| And the rain came and the holly stopped
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| Just in time for snow.
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| And the icey cold filled up my shoes
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| And this is what I know.
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| Please don’t let me die in Florida,
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| I don’t care about my name.
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| If you catch me dying in Orlando
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| Throw my bed on to a train.
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| Run away into water
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| Find the jams of what was over
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| Right through my cap
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| Just as fun as you could tell a thing
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| I went at home and gave my girl a ring.
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| I put the highways at a black time down
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| Turn the ferries into the towns
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| And those hills give away just like a wedding gown
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| I put the highways at a black time down.
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| I don’t need to see no mirror,
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| I am never to see my own face,
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| Just a reflection of somebody
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| Who’s gonna leave without a trace.
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| Oh, over the hills so gold and proud
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| Let the night come in and lay my shred
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| I never been to killer from around here
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| Maybe that’s where I should end my days.
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| Please don’t let me die in Florida,
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| I don’t care about my name.
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| If you catch me dying in Orlando
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| Throw my bed on to a train. |