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Anna's Anchor – Johnny Cash Was A Punk lyrics
I’ve seen the landscape change
I’ve seen these swamps turn into planes
I’ve seen everything, in between, stay the same
Southern hospitality comes with everything that’s wrong
How can these state lines be so god damn long?
As I reach my destination, I can’t believe I got so far
In this crowded college town
I seek refuge in my car
Because the more that is around me
The less I feel okay
Can’t begin to explain why I feel this way
Because we, are not like the others and we, are not like the others
Gainesville could be London, could be somewhere in West Clare
And if I say that I’ll come back, will you meet me there?
I’ve seen the night turn into day
I’ve watched these headlights fade away
While everyone is chasing, something else
And I can feel the sun, burn my skin
As the Mississippi flows
One last time to let me know you are nowhere near home
Because we, are not like the others and we, are not like the others
Gainesville could be London, could be somewhere in West Clare
And if I say that I’ll come back, will you meet me there?
I’ve seen these swamps turn into planes
I’ve seen everything, in between, stay the same
Southern hospitality comes with everything that’s wrong
How can these state lines be so god damn long?
As I reach my destination, I can’t believe I got so far
In this crowded college town
I seek refuge in my car
Because the more that is around me
The less I feel okay
Can’t begin to explain why I feel this way
Because we, are not like the others and we, are not like the others
Gainesville could be London, could be somewhere in West Clare
And if I say that I’ll come back, will you meet me there?
I’ve seen the night turn into day
I’ve watched these headlights fade away
While everyone is chasing, something else
And I can feel the sun, burn my skin
As the Mississippi flows
One last time to let me know you are nowhere near home
Because we, are not like the others and we, are not like the others
Gainesville could be London, could be somewhere in West Clare
And if I say that I’ll come back, will you meet me there?
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