| Gonna hop on that train today
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| I’ve got nowhere to go, no reason to stay
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| In four years I’ve traveled a hundred and sixty thousand miles
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| And the wind keeps pulling me out
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| Maybe I go cause I’m chasing something
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| Maybe I go cause something’s chasing me
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| Maybe I leave cause I’ve yet to find
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| Someone to look me in the face and say
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| Stick around
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| I want you next to me, so stick around
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| There ain’t no reason for leaving
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| Yeah, the road’s been hard, boy
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| But I’ll never let you down
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| So come on, stick around
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| Post cards and road maps
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| Empty alley ways, cigarettes
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| Five miles to my next exit
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| And I’ve been singing to a room of strangers
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| I miss my family, I miss my brother
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| I wonder if his son is ever gonna know me
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| I wonder if I’ll ever have a son that I could call my own
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| I wish someone will hold me down and say
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| Stick around, at least occasionally
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| Stick around
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| There ain’t no reason for leaving
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| This life’s too good, boy
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| And I think you’re missing now
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| So come on, stick around
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| Stick around
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| I’m gonna hop on the train
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| Got nowhere to go, no reason to stay
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| In four years I’ve traveled a hundred and sixty thousand miles
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| Maybe one day, maybe I will
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| Maybe I will, maybe I will
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| Stick around |