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My tale begins way down in Georgia
come, we'll take the southbound train
and hear the wind go by and sing across the border
these are times we cannot die

I almost lost the day in all the hours
echoing our songs on summer nights
falling like the rain down fading flowers
lost along the way from wrong to right

In some old town way down the line
we sing the songs they'll never know
but in your soul way down is mine
we never breathe our last
we never breathe our last
we never breathe our last
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