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i don't unpack my bags anymore.there's always a suitcase full on the bedroom floor.i'm not the marrying kind 'cause i often change my mind.so i'm draped in whiteblankets with dreams of springtime.on this cold night in alabama.happenstance, show me where to gothrough kudzu vines and powdered snow.there's always onethat you'll miss the most.so i'm all tucked in,thinking of the west coaston this cold night in alabama. From Letras Mania