Atlanta

You have watched the storm clouds roll
Past the lighthouse and the shore
Beyond the breakers they do go
Where they´ll end up I don´t know
And when this weather finally breaks
I wanna feel the sun upon my face
Although many things will change
That is one which stays the same

And all the tears I’ve cried
If I can make it there, I’ll see you on the other side
All I never learned
‘Cause I'm a thousand miles from Atlanta
Beneath a thousand pounds of hurt

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