| I feel change don’t know it it’s them or me.
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| Hard going from a stranger to an old face that’s just out of place.
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| I feel stuck on fast-forward, and I’m passing the best parts all too fast.
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| Lock in this movement. |
| I pray the sky comes to life.
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| Way out in the cold west,
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| But I’m soaring home to alabam,
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| These states have taken me,
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| But not for better things.
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| I’ve covered this country far and wide,
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| But I’ll always be a son of the south.
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| I’ll fight to the death to make our name proud.
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| Cause, I ain’t got nothin' to lose!
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| Feelin' stuck on fast forward, and I’m passing the best parts all to fast.
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| Out in the cold west,
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| But I’m soaring home to alabam,
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| These states have taken me,
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| But not for better things.
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| These miles have got me thinkin' about missin' home and all.
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| I’m just laying here restless…
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| But there is no reason for me to be hangin' my head.
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| We can’t help but be blessed.
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| When you’ve been raised by gods finest.
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| Way out in the cold west,
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| But I’m soaring home to alabam,
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| These states have taken me,
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| But not for better things. |