| You have watched the storm clouds roll
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| Past the lighthouse and the shore
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| Beyond the breakers they do go
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| Where they’ll end up I don’t know
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| And when this weather finally breaks
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| I wanna feel the sun upon my face
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| Although many things will change
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| That is one which stays the same
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| And all the tears I’ve cried
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| If I can make it there, I’ll see you on the other side
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| All I never learned
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| 'Cause on the thousand miles from Atlanta
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| Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt
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| In this desert where I sleep
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| You wait for rain like it’s make believe
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| Where I’m from, the earth she bleeds
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| Dark red clay beneath my feet
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| And if I’m forced to travel on
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| And end up further from my home
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| To live forever here alone
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| Well I don’t think I’ll last this long
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| And all the tears I’ve cried
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| If I can make it there, I’ll see you on the other side
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| And all I never learned
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| 'Cause on the thousand miles from Atlanta
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| Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt
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| Seems this road just does not end
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| And I am dead to all my friends
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| If I could compromise or bend
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| Perhaps I might be born again
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| And as I wait for shooting stars
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| On a night that’s painful dark
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| I fall asleep in moving cars
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| When I wake up I won’t care where we are
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| And all the tears I’ve cried
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| If I can make it there, I’ll see you on the other side
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| And all I never learned
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| 'Cause on the thousand miles from Atlanta
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| Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt |