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Talkin' to myself again |
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Wondering if this travelin' is good |
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Is there something better we'd be doing if we could |
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And oh the stories we could tell |
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And if this all blows up and goes to hell |
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I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel |
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Listenin' to the stories we could tell |
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Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee |
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And the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies |
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And the scratches on the face |
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Told of all the times he fell |
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Singin' every story he could tell |
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And oh the stories it could tell |
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And I bet you it still rings like a bell |
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And I wish we could sit back on the bed in some motel |
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And listen to the stories we could tell |
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So if you're on the road tracking down here every night |
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And you're singin' for a livin' 'neath the brightly colored lights |
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And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel |
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You did it for the stories you could tell |
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And oh the stories we could tell |
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And if this all blows up and goes to hell |
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I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel |
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Listenin' to the stories we could tell |
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I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel |
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Listenin' to the stories we could tell |
