Take everything that we've had
Take it and burn it to the ground
Some things were never meant to last
I'm still married to it all
That ain't no place to hand around
My love is fifty feet tall
And I've grown accustomed to the way
I'll never make that trip
Tears all rusted on my face
Where your love used to fit
South Carolina, where are you?
You were once lost, now are found
The war is over, the battle's through
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