| It was cold in Atlanta
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| A frigid wind dragged you in
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| Sat you down beside my kin
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| And we drove to Savannah
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| Sullen trees bearing leaves
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| Susurrating in the breeze
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| Somewhere there’s a fever rising up
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| Hearts apprised of universal dust
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| But if it’s not enough it’s not enough
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| The monoliths of metal turn to rust
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| When we bailed out of Georgia
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| There was fire in the air
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| Orphaned houses everywhere
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| So you wept in a corner
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| Singing names of your frinds
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| Who you’ll never hold again
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| Somewhre there’s a fever rising up
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| Hearts apprised of universal dust
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| And if it’s not enough it’s not enough
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| The monoliths of metal turn to rust
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| I’ve been waiting for this
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| For years for you
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| Walking around these heads in the ground
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| I’ve been stowing patience
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| For years for you
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| What do you need?
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| What do you need me to do?
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| Somewhere there’s a fever rising up
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| Hearts apprised of universal dust
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| And if it’s not enough it’s not enough
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| The monoliths of metal turn to rust |