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Dixie Chicks Not Ready To Make Nice

's nothing left for me to figure out I've paid a price And I'll keep paying I'm not ready to make nice I'm not ready to back down I'm still mad as hell

's half acre How will I ever? How will I ever? Get to heaven now, get to heaven now International airport A quarter after nine Paris, Texas, Athens, Georgia's Not

My friends from high school Married their high school boyfriends Moved into houses In the same ZIP codes where their parents live But I, I could never

We were young and so inspired We weren't the only ones who thought we'd change the world No sun would set without us No one we knew could ever doubt us

nothing left for me to figure out, I've paid a price, and I'll keep paying I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as

nothing left for me to figure out, I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as

There?s nothing left for me to figure out I?ve paid a price And I?ll keep paying I?m not ready to make nice I?m not ready to back down I?m still mad