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My hair is going high as Heaven
So long and softer than a bed
I look and feel like Anna Nicole
And that's all I ever wanted
I fill a suitcase full of presents
Things I'm leaving to my friends
I'm going away and I can't decide
Who would want my ends

'Cause what I have to do is not that nice and really no fun
I love little lies as much as you, but here's the big one

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I'm gonna tell everybody I know that I'm moving to Nashville
I'll get all my goodbyes well out of the way
I'll make a memory of 'em shipping me off to Nashville
But I'm not going, there's nowhere I can stay

I'm tired of looking at this body
I'm tired of living in this brain
I get eight hours sleep with a drip IV
And feel tired, baby, all the same
So the girls will see me in my boots
With tickets to the rodeo
We'll cry to K-Pop and tequila shots
And they'll never have to know

That what I'm gonna do is not that nice and really no fun
I hate to leave a party, so I'm off to join my own one

I'm gonna tell everybody I know that I'm moving to Nashville
I'll get all my goodbyes well out of the way
I'll make a memory of 'em shipping me off to Nashville
But I'm not going, there's nowhere I can stay

And I don't know what you'll make of me
But it's better off this way
Imagine my bag full of hotel soap
And pretend I'm on the plane
If I never get to Nashville now
It never let me down
That dream that got me through so much
And would have made you proud

I'm gonna tell everybody I know that I'm moving to Nashville
I'll get all my goodbyes well out of the way, out of the way
I'll make a memory of 'em shipping me off to Nashville, oh

I'm gonna tell everybody I know that I'm moving to Nashville
Oh, I'll get all my goodbyes well out of the way, oh-oh
I'll make a memory of 'em shipping me off to Nashville
And I'm sorry if you loved me, I hate that I'm this way, oh

Writer(s): Ciara Mary-alice Thompson

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