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Year one, winter in NYC, homesick for the warmth and character of the South.
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Honeysuckle in my brain, I want to go out if He would ever stop this rain.
Feel the stomp of someones feet, as they go on down my street, splashing in the puddles with no mud.
I want to say ma'm and not get stared at, want to say ya'll and not get glared at, I miss the song of the south.
Take me home, I want to feel the sand on my bare feet, eating oranges from the trees please, take me home, where it's taught to be good still, oh if you will, please take me home.
Fire reflecting in our eyes, friends and neighbors by our side, cooking out, a whoop-a-will cries.
Reminiscing about the times when we were little and the like, then watching the kids live out our tales.
Feel the wind, warm on your face, long after the sun's been erased, and the stars, fall right on top our heads, the stars fall down right on top our heads.
Take me home, I want to feel the sand on my bare feet, eating oranges from the trees please, take me home, where it's taught to be good still, oh if you will, please take me home.
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