| Yeah I’m going back to Tallahassee
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| Where the Wild wind lays besides me
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| And I’m leaving on Sunday morning
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| Left my heart in Tallahassee
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| Come on take me home
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| Stood there on the goodbye steps
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| Looking for a dice to roll, with the world strap to his back
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| Oh man, that’s a heavy load
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| A story that’s worth talking bout, ain’t all busted folds
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| It’s a dream he must decide, to lock it up or let it Go
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| Said I’m going back to Tallahassee
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| Where the wild wind lays besides me
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| Said I’m leaving on Sunday morning
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| Left my heart in Tallahassee
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| Come on take me home
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| He held that sunshine in his mouth like a long-lost promised land
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| Where the morning’s sweet like Clementines
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| And the nightlife could only passed band
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| Like a river he was rolling, got the ticket in his hand
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| Now a dreamer must decide, when to fly or when to land
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| Said I’m going back to Tallahassee
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| Where the wild wind lays besides me
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| Said I’m leaving on Sunday morning
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| Left my heart in Tallahassee
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| Come on take me home
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| Come on take me home
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| If the roof is on fire, baby let it burn
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| If the lid is gonna rise, I won’t be concern
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| No I won’t, no I won’t
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| If the devil’s gonna come, go and tell him come
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| And the Skies open wide, and I was born to run
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| So I’m gonna run
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| Said I’m going back to Tallahassee
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| Where the wild wind lays besides me
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| Said I’m leaving on Sunday morning
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| Left my heart in Tallahassee
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| Now am going home (lays beside me)
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| No there ain’t no coming back
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| (Said I’m leaving on Sunday morning)
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| (Left my heart in Tallahassee)
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| (Where the wild wind lays besides me)
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| (Said I’m leaving on Sunday morning)
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| (Left my heart in Tallahassee) |