Born from hippies back in '69
I was bored by 1992
I walked into a recruitment office a year before that
Said 'son we've been waiting for you'
Discharged from a Gulf War the very same year
I came home with a car and a tomb
Of cigarettes and mixtapes and bullets from a gun
That my dead best friend never could use

Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
Let your sweaty embrace open wide
'Cause Atlanta, I'm falling like most people do
And I need all your ground to survive

Wasted and down trodden along the hidden vein
I cried myself blind at the sight
Of the old shopping center where we used to ride
Now condos as sterile as I
So I bought me an old Airstream for 3,000 bucks
From a drug dealer I used to owe
And I thought to myself as I slept off a high
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The irony is starting to show

Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
Let your sweaty embrace open wide
'Cause Atlanta, I'm falling like some people do
And I need all your ground to survive

Drove out to Asheville, 'cause that's where you were
Where you married into money and pills
And I wanted so bad to be good with you now
But the fact is that you never will
Cause some become lovers because of sex
And some, you know, they just become friends
Heyyyy
In our case, we just became bad at it all
And never got good at it again

Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
Let your sweaty embrace open wide
'Cause Atlanta, I'm suffocating like some people do
And I need all your air to survive

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