I think about it every now and then Doesn t matter who wrote this one Cause it s on tape and the song is sung Every time I pick up a pen The same stories start flowing again At the touch she s still in my mind What can you do? Will the roadit ever get to you I guess a home is only where you lie So take what you get And what comes later we ll just forget and The face is the same When he s scrounging for pocket change I can t help but laugh out loud To see your stupid face in the crowd And it takes me away Every trick is the slight of the hand And you can t pull one over on this man Cause he s seen it all before Don t matter what you done cause he s done it before Supposed to think you re not for me And all I need is to be free And the music will take them away What can you do Will the roadit ever get to you I guess a home is only where you lie So take what you get And what comes later we ll just forget it The face is the same When he s scrounging for pocket change I can t help but laugh out loud To see your stupid face in the crowd And it takes me away Oh... takes me away

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