Don't unpack my bags anymore.
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There's always a suitcase full
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On the bedroom floor.
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I'm not the marrying kind
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'cause i often change my mind.
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So I'm draped in white
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Blankets with dreams of springtime.
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On this cold night in alabama,
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On this cold night in alabama.
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Happenstance, show me where to go
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Through kudzu vines and powdered snow.
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There's always one
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That you'll miss the most.
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So I'm all tucked in,
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Thinking of the west coast
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On this cold night in alabama,
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On this cold night in alabama,
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On this cold night in alabama,
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On this cold night in alabama.
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Happenstance
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| Maria Taylor |
