We come down to live here For so many reasons Some run from anxiety Some run from cold seasons I know those who end up here They survive for a while But the economy gets them They go back the 157 miles The Keys can be the key That opens a door They can creep up and bite you If you’re not prepared for what’s in store Paradise can be a pair of dice If you’re not up for the bout You can hit a home run You could also strike out With the montage that we are You will only blend in If you believe all have worth And not committing a sin This town’s a blessing If you will let it anoint I hope I’ve now made My Southernmost Point
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