| Outside the dogs are barking
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| And the morning sun is breaking through the trees
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| My heart is feeling heavy
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| As I listen to the moaning of the breeze
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| Nukkanya, baby, I really don’t want to leave
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| There’s a ticket in my pocket
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| But I’d toss it if I only had my way
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| And a suitcase in the hallway
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| I wish I could unpack it now and stay
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| Nukkanya, baby, I’m gonna be back some day
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| Nukkanya
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| Don’t it go to show what a man don’t know
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| Nukkanya
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| Nukkanya, baby, I really don’t want to go
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| My land was once a river
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| I hate to see it slowly bleeding dry
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| My love is like an eagle
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| And high across the valleys she will fly
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| Nukkanya, baby, I’ll see you by and by
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| Nukkanya
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| Don’t it go to show what a man don’t know
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| Nukkanya
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| Nukkanya, baby, I really don’t want to go
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| Nukkanya
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| Don’t it go to show what a man don’t know
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| Nukkanya
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| Nukkanya, baby, I really don’t want to go
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| Nukkanya
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| Nukkanya, baby, I really don’t want to go
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| Nukkanya, baby, I really don’t want to go… |