| Empty handed
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| Grabbing at the air
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| Finding nothing there
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| But my desperation
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| Carolina missing
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| Say West Virginia bound
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| I never heard the sound
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| Of her frustration
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| Pictures framed in an earthquake
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| Fall to the ground
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| When I meet the sunrise
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| I’ll wear it on my shoulder
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| And nothing will keep me from you
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| This horse is branded
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| Breaks for parts unknown
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| Makes his way alone
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| Taking chances
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| Carolina gone
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| With no plans of returning
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| This memory will be burning
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| As she once more dances
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| There’s no starlight on this dark night
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| And it’s cold on the ground
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| When I meet the sunrise
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| I’ll wear it on my shoulder
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| And nothing will keep me from you
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| When I meet the sunrise
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| I’ll wear it on my shoulder
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| And nothing will keep me from you |