| Born from hippies back in 1969
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| I was bored by 1992
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| I walked into a recruitment office a year before that
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| They said «Son, we’ve been waiting for you»
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| Discharged from the Gulf War the very same year
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| I came home with a carton or two
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| Of cigarettes and mixtapes and bullets from a gun
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| That my dead best friend never did use
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| Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
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| Let your sweaty embrace open wide
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| Cause Atlanta, I’m falling like most people do
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| And I need all your ground to survive
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| Wasted and downtrodden, only in vain
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| I cried myself blind at the sight
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| Of the old shopping center where we used to ride
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| Now condos as sterile as I
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| So I bought me an old Airstream for three thousand bucks
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| From a drug dealer I used to owe
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| And I thought to myself as I slept off a high
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| The irony is starting to show
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| Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
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| Let your sweaty embrace open wide
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| Cause Atlanta, I’m falling like some people do
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| And I need all your ground to survive
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| Drove out to Asheville ‘cause that’s where you were
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| Where you married into money and pills
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| And I wanted so bad to be good with you now
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| But the fact is, I never will
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| Because some become lovers because of the sex
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| And some you know, they just become friends
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| In our case I just became bad at it all
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| And I never got good at it again
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| Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
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| Let your sweaty embrace open wide
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| Cause Atlanta, I’m suffocating like some people do
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| And I need all your air to survive |