| You hear «Georgia» when I open my mouth
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| Don’t make no difference what I’m talking about
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| I let you in and then you throw me out
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| You can’t see nothing past this shadow of a doubt
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| We used to go toe to toe
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| My heart ain’t in it no more
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| Scratching for the higher ground
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| That’s what makes the world go round
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| Oh, they say that to see is to believe
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| But you know you can’t believe everything you read
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| A hammer and a block of stone, singing that tired old song
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| Maybe you could find a new harmony
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| If you hear «Georgia»
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| You see «Georgia» when you look down on me
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| From the top of that mountain where you’ll always be
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| I wanna reach up sometime and shake your tree
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| But you’ll fall soon enough, I guess I’ll let it happen naturally
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| I got nothing more to say
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| Your mind’s made up anyway
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| You can be in the right
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| If that’s what helps you sleep at night
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| They say that to see is to believe
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| But you know you can’t believe everything you read
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| A hammer and a block of stone, singing that tired old song
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| Maybe you could find a new harmony
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| Yeah, they say that to see is to believe
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| But you know you can’t believe everything you read
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| A hammer and a block of stone, singing that tired old song
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| Maybe you could find a new harmony
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| If you hear «Georgia»
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| If you hear «Georgia» |