| Savannah, you look so pretty today
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| I gotta go, though, and be on my way
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| But I’ll be back, honey, that’s a fact
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| With a laugh on my face and a guitar on my back
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| I make friends almost every single day
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| We talk a lot, man, 'cause there’s a lot to say
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| But sometimes, I let my silence become the conversation
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| And when there’s nothing better
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| We talk about the weather outside (Ah)
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| And I know it seems like screaming
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| But, man, I’m only dreaming in time (Ah, ah)
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| Savannah, how’s it been so long?
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| But I’m back, babe, with a brand new song
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| And a stage, a couple dozen who’ve paid
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| Most have gone, but you stayed, you stayed
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| And when there’s nothing better
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| We’d sit and watch the weather outside (Ah)
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| And I know it seems like screaming
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| But, man, I’m only dreaming in time (Ah, ah)
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| You’ve come a long, long way, man
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| I never thought you’d make it out alive
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| If I had my guess, when we were younger
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| You’d be dead by now
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| But here we are now
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| Just two faces in the crowd now
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| Now, now
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| I used to practice what I’d have to say at your funeral
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| And have dreams in which you die
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| And maybe you did, but either way, you’re an angel now
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| And after so long, you’re familial, like blood
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| And the conversation hangs between us
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| And when we fall silent, the air fills up with love
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| Oh, when there’s nothing better
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| Talk about the weather outside |