| I’m leaving from Kentucky
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| I’ve been weathered through the skin
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| And I have my suspicions that I won’t see you again
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| And I have found no mercy
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| In these old bourbon hills
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| The wind has always been a part of my life
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| I can feel it still
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| I’m calling you from Cleveland
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| Selling war bonds door to door
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| And even Dusseldorf to Stalingrad
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| Know what you’ve got in store
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| But the scenery won’t change until you die
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| The scenery won’t change and nor will I
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| (Uncle Sam don’t make me fly across the Rhine)
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
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| (Bass!)
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| (Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head)
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| (Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head)
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| It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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| It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
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| Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head |