| I still know these streets like the back of my hand
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| Every creek, every bar, every piece of land
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| So why am I feeling the way I am
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| Baby, all mixed up
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| The neon don’t burn as bright
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| The stars don’t hang as high as they used to
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| This ain’t what I’m used to, no
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| Baby, how am I lost in a small town
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| Rolling up and down these roads that I grew up on
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| You can say it’s all these memories, of what we used to be
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| Keeping me from moving on
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| I ain’t crazy, but I feel crazy, baby
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| Since you been nowhere to be found
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| I’ve been lost, lost, lost
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| Girl, you got me lost in a small town
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| Still hear your voice cutting through the trees
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| Every twist, every turn, floating on the breeze
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| But you ain’t in the shotgun seat
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| Riding in this truck
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| That sky don’t turn as blue
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| And our song don’t sound as good as it used to
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| This ain’t what I’m used to, oh no
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| Baby, how am I lost in a small town
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| Rolling up and down these roads that I grew up on
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| You can say it’s all these memories, what we used to be
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| Keeping me from moving on
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| I ain’t crazy, but I feel crazy, baby
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| Since you been nowhere to be found
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| I’ve been lost, lost, lost
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| Girl, you got me lost in a small town
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| Lost in a small town
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| Lost in a small town
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| Baby, how am I lost in a small town
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| Rolling up and down these roads that I grew up on
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| You can say it’s all these memories, what we used to be
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| Keeping me from moving on
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| I ain’t crazy, but I feel crazy, baby
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| Since you been nowhere to be found
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| I’ve been lost, lost, lost
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| Girl, you got me lost in a small town
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| Girl you got me, girl you got me
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| Lost in a small town
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| Girl you got me, girl you got me
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| Lost in a small town |