Talkin' to myself again
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Wondering if this travelin' is good
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Is there something better we'd be doing if we could
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And oh the stories we could tell
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And if this all blows up and goes to hell
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I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel
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Listenin' to the stories we could tell
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Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee
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And the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
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And the scratches on the face
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Told of all the times he fell
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Singin' every story he could tell
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And oh the stories it could tell
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And I bet you it still rings like a bell
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And I wish we could sit back on the bed in some motel
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And listen to the stories we could tell
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So if you're on the road tracking down here every night
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And you're singin' for a livin' 'neath the brightly colored lights
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And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel
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You did it for the stories you could tell
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And oh the stories we could tell
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And if this all blows up and goes to hell
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I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel
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Listenin' to the stories we could tell
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I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel
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Stories We Could Tell
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| Tom Petty |
