| Recollection Phoenix
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| It’s funny how the miles get into me though
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| It’s funny how the earth moves
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| And i wonder what my baby thinks of me, oh
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| Recollection LA
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| Wondering who it is i’m supposed to be, oh
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| Anxious by the roadside
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| High on souvenirs and cappuccinos
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| But now I think I get it, I think I understand
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| It’s all about hope and where you go when you get it
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| And I think I get it, I think my head’s on straight
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| And I think she knows, hell there goes my secret
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| Recollection Phoenix
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| I wonder when the hell did I get older
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| My mind still on my woman
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| I wonder what she thinks of when I hold her
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| Judging by the silence
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| You might think the road has made her colder
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| But I can’t live without her
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| And I can’t remember if I ever told her
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| But now I think I get it, I think I understand
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| It’s all about hope and where you go when you get it
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| And I think I get it, I think my head’s on straight
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| And I think she knows, hell there goes my secret
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| Recollection Vegas
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| Colder than it was that time in Reno
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| Listen to the night moves
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| Go out to the girls in the casinos
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| But now I think I get it, I think I understand
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| It’s all about hope and where you go when you get it
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| And I think I get it, I think my head’s on straight
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| And I think she knows, hell there goes my secret |