| Georgia, Georgia, I love your son
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| And when he gets older, he might be the one
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| He might be the one
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| Georgia, Georgia, he has beautiful bones
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| And he never lies or picks up his phone
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| And sometimes in the pouring rain
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| He’ll fall in the mud and get back up again
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| And if you find me, will you know me?
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| Will you take me, or will you fall?
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| Here is my day plan, here’s my new machine
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| He is a fine new addition, so young and so clean
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| So young and so clean
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| He came up through the water without a sound
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| With my back to the shoreline, I dreamt that he drowned
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| I dreamt that he drowned
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| And sometimes, when he looks at me
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| I know he needs you, you’re all that he sees
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| And if I breathe you, will it kill me?
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| Will you have me, or watch me fall?
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| If I fix you, will you hate me?
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| And would you fuck this and let us fall? |