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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? From Letras Mania