| It’s not that I grow weary of these streets
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| The highways and country roads
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| It’s not that I can’t get in some hanging around
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| Yeah, I just can’t stop leaving town
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| It’s not that I’ve been looking at my watch
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| Or shadows that grow on the grass
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| It’s not that I’ve got fearful of settling down
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| Yeah, I just can’t stop leaving town
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| And oh, babe, it’s lonely when I go away
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| And I get such an itch in my bones and I stay
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| It’s not that I’m not thirsty for your skin
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| The lines on the palm of your hand
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| It’s not that I just get lost, so I can be found
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| Yeah, I just can’t stop leaving town
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| Yeah, I just can’t stop leaving town
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| And oh, babe, there’s no need to drive me away
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| And I get such an itch in my bones and I stay
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| It’s not that I’ve been wanted for a crime
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| At least not one that anyone knows
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| It’s not that I’ve got fear of settling down
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| Yeah, I just can’t stop leaving town |