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It's getting late and she's in bed. And all she ever said was get to Atlanta. The summer's coming and I'm heading home. So I hung up the phone and looked outside Turned my head and cleared my mind. To Atlanta The summers coming and I'm heading home And the hardest part, yeah the hardest part Is the way, It's the way Nobody hears you when you're poor So I'll shut my mouth some more Til Atlanta The summer's coming and I'm heading home And the hardest part, yeah the hardest part Is the way, It's the way For Atlanta For Atlanta For Atlanta For Atlanta The Summer's coming and I'm heading home! (Thanks to Megan for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania