Georgia
Ron Pope
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Highway travelling
Got pointed west
The sky above us is a pale blue and godless
Morning in dallas, texas on a road that is blank and wide
Well sometimes i just get so far away from georgia
That i do not know the man behind my eyes
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And all i want is a taste of her affection
And all i want is a minute of her time
And i want her to feel the same when i'm calling out her name
Like nothings ever changed when i come home
Empty picture frames
And confusing stares
The space between her and me has been an ocean
Guess a continent can stop us just as well
And all i want is a taste of her affection
And all i want is a minute of her time
And i want her to feel the same when i'm calling out her name
Like nothings ever changed when i come home