| I’m going down to Florence, gonna wear a pretty dress
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| I’ll sit on top the magic wall with the voices in my head
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| Then we’ll drive on through to Memphis, past the strongest shores
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| And on to Arkansas just to touch the crumbled soul
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| (Chorus)
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| A feather’s not a bird
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| The rain is not the sea
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| A stone is not a mountain
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| But a river runs through me
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| (Verse)
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| It’s never any highway when you’re looking for the blast
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| The land becomes a memory and it happens way too fast
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| Yea the moneys' home in Nashville, locked inside my gift
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| So I’m going down to Florence just to learn to love a friend
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| (Chorus)
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| A feather’s not a bird
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| The rain is not the sea
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| A stone is not a mountain
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| (Verse)
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| I’ve burned up 7 lives and I’ve used up all my charms
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| I took the long way home just to end up in your arms
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| That’s why I’m going down to Florence, now I got my pretty dress
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| (Going down to Florence, got a pretty dress)
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| I’m gonna let the magic wall put the voices in my head
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| (Chorus)
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| A feather’s not a bird
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| The rain is not the sea
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| A stone is not a mountain
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| But a river runs through me A feather’s not a bird
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| The rain is not the sea
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| A stone is not a mountain
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| (Chorus)
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| A feather’s not a bird
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| The rain is not the sea
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| A stone is not a mountain
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| But a river runs through me |