| When I think of Georgia, I think of you
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| High as a kite in the second pew
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| You were my best friend, the light of my youth
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| And the only one back then that knew the whole truth
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| 'Cause if I told my mom
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| She would scream at the top of her lungs
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| Saying I don’t belong
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| I don’t belong
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| Sure hope she’s wrong
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| I wanted to be honest
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| I wanted to be brave
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| But if my grandmother knew
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| She would roll in her grave
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| And my father would scream
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| He’d scream out in rage
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| He did not want a daughter whose soul wasn’t saved
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| He thought if I told the world
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| They would not see me as the same girl
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| They’d say I don’t belong
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| I don’t belong
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| Well, that’s where he’s wrong
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| There is a place past the Georgia pines
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| And people who welcome you with an open mind
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| And they say it’ll take, it’ll just take some time
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| 'Til love, it belongs to all humankind
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| Oh, 'cause I told the world
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| And they still saw me as the same girl
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| They listen to my songs
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| And they made me feel like I belong
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| Yeah, they make me feel like I belong
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| Oh Georgia, you were wrong |