| Credit card on the counter room 213
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| Started popping bottle tops on the balcony
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| Listening to the waves whispering to me
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| Welcome back down
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| Down
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| Thank God I’m down
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| Denim blue eyes the pride of some small town
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| Dirty blonde hair like honey dripping down
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| The Georgia in her voice is such a sweet sweet sound
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| Calling me
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| Me
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| And it’s calling me
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| Like Southern Gravity
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| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree
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| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me
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| Like the pull of Southern Gravity
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| You shower off the sun and run into the night
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| Bare feet on the boulevard ready to take flight
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| Every neon’s buzzing but the house band ain’t tight
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| Still it feels so right
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| Right
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| Not a cloud in sight
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| Don’t you know rivers run this way for a reason
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| ‘cause its all downhill once you catch that feeling
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| Of Southern Gravity
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| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree
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| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me
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| Like the pull of Southern Gravity
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| Tomorrow we’ll wake up with a memory
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| So I don’t dare move with her lying next to me
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| ‘cause she’s my Southern Gravity
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| And i’m lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree
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| Nothing takes the troubles of this world from me
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| Like the pull of Southern Gravity
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| Southern Gravity
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| Getting lost in the moss and the shade of an old oak tree
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| Nothing takes the weight of the world off of me
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| Like the pull of southern gravity |