| Georgia, it grew in the night when you thought it was tired
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| And how can it always recover and come
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| And want to whirl you around with your eyes closed
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| No matter how you say: I won’t go, go, go
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| Georgia, we follow along, it goes pretty far
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| You go ahead, I’m going to wait in the car
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| Instead of run with my feet when they won’t go
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| Okay I will, but I don’t know, go and go, go
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| And you would think now hope would be tired, but it’s alright
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| And you would think now hope would be tired, but it’s alright
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| And you would think tired, ragged, and oil-brown, but it’s alright
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| And I know it seems useless
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| I know how it always turns out
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| Georgia, since everything’s possible we will still go, go, go
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| And you would think now hope would be tired, but it’s alright
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| And you would think now hope would be tired, but it’s alright
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| It’s alright
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| It’s alright
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| It’s alright |