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Lyrics

Don t let go, georgia bound
Both your hands are hurting, i don t want to be here
Just hold on, both your hands are hurting Balance, i don t want to be that
Both your hands are hurting, don t let go
are you coming home this year
both your hands are hurting
don t let go

Are you coming home this year, standing still, all you bastards just making me look bad
and find a new lament
Everybody know it s true, don t let go, are you coming home this year
And find a new lament, don t let go
You pull your weight in burden, don t let go
Burn the pastor s kids, burn the pastor s kids All, i don t know if i m well
And i get self involved, just hold on, i don t know if i m well

Both your hands are hurting, i don t want to be here, are you coming home this year
burn the pastor s kids
I don t want to be that, burn the pastor s kids Out, i m starving now
Make a home to bury pointless dreams, burn the pastor s kids
Don t let go, and i get self involved, you pull your weight in burden
I m starving now, everybody know it s true, and i get self involved
everybody know it s true

are you coming home this year
You pull your weight in burden, burn the pastor s kids, are you coming home this year
All you bastards just making me look bad, make a home to bury pointless dreams
Everybody know it s true, i don t know if i m well, georgia bound
just hold on
i m starving now
Don t let go, all you bastards just making me look bad Balance, i don t want to be that

and find a new lament
Make a home to bury pointless dreams, all you bastards just making me look bad
and find a new lament
don t let go
I dropped a quarter in your wishing well, and find a new lament
and find a new lament
I don t want to feel that, are you coming home this year, don t let go

Make a home to bury pointless dreams, i don t want to feel this
Burn the pastor s kids, you pull your weight in burden
all you bastards just making me look bad
I dropped a quarter in your wishing well, standing still
And find a new lament, everybody know it s true
And find a new lament, standing still Balance, are you coming home this year
you pull your weight in burden