| Can I stop my hobo wandering days, now?
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| I guess I’ll hang my tears out to dry
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| I seem to notice more and more every day, now
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| You got my heartstrings breathing so right
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| I hang my coat high up on the hook now
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| I’ll put my gloves down on the side
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| And I know that they will still be there when
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| I get those feelings need to run and go hide
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| I’m getting lost in with you every day, now
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| Or just sitting quietly side by side
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| Climbing towers and gtting mystery trains, now
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| Making tea and settling down
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| Kites, ice creams, jumping jumping trampolines, now
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| Waking up and I’ll tell you last night’s dream
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| Seeing things that no one else has, seen now
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| You’re pulling on my heart of silk and strings
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| Can I stop my hobo wandering days, now?
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| I guess I’ll hang my tears out to dry
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| I seem to notice more and more every day, now
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| You got my heartstrings breathing so right
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| I hang my coat high up on the hook now
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| I’ll put my gloves down on the side
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| And I know that they will still be there when
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| I get those feelings need to run and go hide
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| Ohhh |