| Well i remember that night in room 663
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| Seems long ago that you were telling me
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| About things going wrong in Italy
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| While i talked about my favorite sport again
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| And i remember that night on the dagneux
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| With a beer and a joint i can hand you
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| And all the talk of the things that we planned to do
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| On the walk through the dawn at 4 a.m.
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| And i ain’t ever going out on the road again
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| And i remember that night at the simple curt
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| I couldn’t read the signs, i didn’t know the words
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| We got sass mouth and back talk we did not deserve
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| Felt that lump rising up in my throat again
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| And i remember that night on the statue
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| When you told me those demons attacked you
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| And how you ain’t got a things to go back to
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| And how you’re scared that you might just explode again
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| I said, man, you better get back on the road again
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| And i remember the times
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| And i remember the place
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| But i don’t remember the lines
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| I don’t know what to say
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| And i’ve been there before but i don’t know the way to go home
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| And i remember that night in the mirror
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| But theres peace in my soul when i’m near her
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| She don’t sing all that much but i still hear her
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| Every night as i try to stay afloat again
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| I wonder will i be out on the road again
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| And i remember that night when the sushi came
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| You said if you think about the game then you lose the game
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| And if i come back to this town it won’t be the same
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| I’ll just hide behind my accordion
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| So i ain’t ever going out on the road again
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| No i don’t ever want to go out on the road again
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| Think i’m never going out on the road again
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| No, i ain’t ever going out on the road again
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| I ain’t ever ever going out
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| On the road again |