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Abra cadabra
Look at these Polaroids
If they could only talk
Please and thank you
Talking to myself again
Wondering if this traveling is good
Is there something better doing we'd be doing if we could?
And, oh, the stories we could tell
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
Listening to the stories we could tell
Yeah
Yeah
Remember that guitar in the museum in Tennessee
The nameplate on the glass brought back too many melodies
And the scratches on the face told of all the times he fell
Singing every story he could tell
And, oh, the stories he could tell
And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell
And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel
And listen to the stories it could tell
All right, Mike
Come on
So if you're on the road trucking now near every night
And you're singing for a living 'neath the brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel
You did it for the stories you could tell
And, oh, the stories we could tell
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
Listening to the stories we could tell
Yeah, I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel
Listening to the stories we could tell
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