So you think that the world owes you something, Hey baby so do I
But you sink like a stone from the weight of the debt
Its so heavy it makes you cry
And you think that your innocence is somewhere
south of the Georgia line
But for all of the days that you spent headed south its still five below when you open your mouth
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