| Wish I could write a postcard to my younger self
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| And tell you that I’m happy and that I’m doin' well
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| Here I am in New York playin' shows back to back
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| There’s no getting used to that
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| If I could
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| I’d tell you about the heat when the spotlight’s on
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| I’d tell you how it sounds when they all applaud
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| But I can’t write it all down, fit all on a postcard
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| White space runnin' right out, I’m not even halfway so far
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| I’d say you wouldn’t believe the people you’ll meet, the places you’ll go in
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| your wildest dreams
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| You’ll have to wait and see
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| 'Cause I can’t fit it on a postcard from me
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| Met a boy in LA, right now we’re only friends
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| But he’s what you’ve always wanted and you’re gonna fall for him
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| He dresses like a cowboy, he might not be your type
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| But he’s nothin' like those other guys
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| If I could
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| I’d tell you how we kissed in a hotel room
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| And I’d tell you how it feels when he looks at you
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| But I can’t write it all down, fit all on a postcard
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| White space runnin' right out, I’m not even halfway so far
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| I’d say you wouldn’t believe the people you’ll meet, the places you’ll go in
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| your wildest dreams
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| You’ll have to wait and see
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| 'Cause I can’t fit it on a postcard from me
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| I’m back here in my hometown, how long have I been gone
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| The boy who was too good for me is still out mowin' the lawn
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| Walkin' round my old house that I couldn’t wait to leave
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| Well now it means so much to me
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| I can’t write it all down, fit all on a postcard
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| White space runnin' right out, I’m not even halfway so far
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| I’d say you wouldn’t believe the people you’ll meet, the places you’ll go in
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| your wildest dreams
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| You’ll have to wait and see
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| 'Cause I can’t fit it on a postcard from me
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| No I can’t fit it on a postcard from me |