| I wanna get lost where no one knows my name
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| Somewhere dancin' on this Georgia rain
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| I done been at the top looking down at the world where the sky stops
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| I done seen things happen up there that’ll make you never want the top
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| Sometimes I long for the bottom to remember where I’m from
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| Instead of laying like a bullet in the barrel of a dead man’s gun
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| Cause I been through hell and tasted heaven the same
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| Fortune and fame feel a lot like shackles and chains
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| There’s something so priceless in a simple man’s dreams
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| Cause this world ain’t all of the gold and all the silver it seems
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| I wanna get lost where no one knows my name
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| I wanna be free of the things I can’t change
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| I wanna get high and forget all my pain
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| I wanna dance in the middle of the storm
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| Walking on this Georgia Rain
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| I done been in the middle looking around at the world like a sweatshop
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| Working 40 plus hours every week just trying to get the bills to stop
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| I’ve been told another man’s goal is worth chasing until my skin gets old
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| Living for the weekend coming when the liquor starts running and I need another
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| check to blow
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| Cause I been through Monday and tasted Friday the same
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| Working for another man feel a lot like shackles and chains
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| But there’s something so priceless in a working man’s dreams
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| Cause this world ain’t all of the gold and all the silver it seems
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| I wanna get lost where no one knows my name
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| I wanna be free of the things I can’t change
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| I wanna get high and forget all my pain
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| I wanna dance in the middle of the storm
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| Walking on this Georgia Rain
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| I done been at the bottom looking up like everything that shines is gold
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| Cause I could use a little gold in my pockets when the world starts getting cold
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| I’m playing that Lotto tomorrow just praying that I might win
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| Cause I’m gonna buy a couple (of) cars and a mansion
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| Then I’m gone just like the wind!
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| I been on empty, had a full tank the same
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| Having nothing to your name feels a lot like shackles and chains
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| But there’s something so priceless in a hungry man’s dreams
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| Cause this world ain’t all of the gold and all the silver it seems
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| I wanna get lost where no one knows my name
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| I wanna be free of the things I can’t change
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| I wanna get high and forget all my pain
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| I wanna dance in the middle of the storm
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| Walking on this Georgia Rain
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| Eh, eh-yea, this Georgia rain, aw yeah, this Georgia rain
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| This Georgia rain, oh-wow
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| I wanna get lost where no one knows my name
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| Somewhere dancin' on this Georgia rain
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| I wanna get lost, i wanna get, lost
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| Where no one knows my, name |