| I used to think love was
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| The soft rope meant to tie me down
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| And all that could ever own me
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| Was a guitar and another town
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| Ten years can disappear real fast
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| When every morning just
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| Leaves somewhere else behind
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| But I’ve been thinking about leaving
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| Long enough to change my mind
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| Lyin' here beside you
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| I can feel it start to pull me away
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| The thought I’ll have again tomorrow
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| That just came back from yesterday
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| But your embrace makes any reason
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| For those memories hard to find
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| And I’ve been thinking about leaving
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| Long enough to change my mind
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| Sometimes I miss the warm, bright lights
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| Sometimes I miss the crowds
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| Sometimes I miss the women
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| I wrapped each song around
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| Sometimes I miss that world out there
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| So empty, hard and unkind
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| But I’ve been thinking about leaving
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| Long enough to change my mind
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Sometimes I miss the warm, bright lights
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| Sometimes I miss the noise
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| Sometimes I miss the fading sounds
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| Of every cheering voice
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| Sometimes I miss that world out there
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| So empty, hard and unkind
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| But I’ve been thinking about leaving
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| Long enough to change my mind
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| But I’ve been thinking about leaving
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| Long enough to change my mind… |