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| Cartel Cartel Georgia There's something about the Georgia summer afternoons When the sun goes down, and the air gets cool And it's home to me, it's, home to me And I've been missing that place too much it seems Gave up any home just to find my dreams And it's weighing on me, it's, weighing on me Hey now, it's weighing on me(?) But I'm only just one second short of calling this my end If I gave you something different, would you call it the same? But I'm only just one person, who would have to disagree If I gave you several reasons, would you still be questioning me? I climbed a mountain simply looking for advice All I found were children playing innocent and nice Everyone was peaceful, and everyone polite No one to whisper dreams, what's thought to be a part of life But I'm only just one second short of calling this my end If I gave you something different, would you call it the same? But I'm only just one person, who would have to disagree If I gave you several reasons, would you still be questioning me? I found a poor man once; he was the age of 53 He spoke about the government, and the thought of being free What good does us reason, if we fail to see? What good does us freedom, if we fail to be free? |
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