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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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