| Talkin' to myself again
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| wonderin' if this traveling is good
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| Is they’re something else a doin'
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| We’d be doin' if we could
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| All the stories we could tell
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| If it all blows up and goes to hell
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| I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
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| And listen to the stories we could tell
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| Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
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| Name plate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
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| Scars upon the face told about all the times he fell
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| Singin' all the stories he could tell
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| All the stories he could tell
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| And I bet you it still rings like a bell
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| I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
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| And listen to all the stories it could tell
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| If your on the road trackin' down your every night
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| Playin' for a livin' beneath the brightly colored lights
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| If you ever wonder why you ride the carrousel
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| You do it for the stories you can tell
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| All the stories we could tell
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| And if it all blows up and goes to hell
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| I wish that we could sit upon the bed in some hotel
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| Just listen to the stories we could
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| Yes I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some hotel
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| And listen to the stories it could tell |