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Packin' that bag you unpacked yesterdayWatchin' the world through the windowpaneFrom the second row of the ten-man vanThat you've been calling homeIt ain't quite the life you dreamed aboutWhen momma calls and you miss out'Cause you're on stage at a damned ol' one-off showThey tell you 'bout the old guitarsThe songs that bought the house and carsAnd how your hometown's proud of where you areAnd your name up on the marquee signBut not the dark that comes to find youEvery single time them lights go downYeah, that's the part, they don't tell you aboutYou try to dry her eyes, from a thousand miles apartAnd hope that band-aid on her heartSticks just long enough for you to make it homeShe feels like she comes in second placeTo plaques on walls and long highwaysShe needs something more than words to hold on toThey tell you 'bout the old guitarsThe songs that bought the house and carsAnd how your hometown's proud of where you areAnd they tell you 'bout the girls you'll getBut not the one you're gonna missWhile they scream your name again in some small townYeah, that's the part, they don't tell you aboutWhen you're doing it all rightAnd, man, it still feels wrongBreakin' her damn heartChasin' these damn songsThinkin', man, it ain't that hardStrum some chords on that old guitarDo some shots in a smokey barAnd everybody knows your nameTill they're changing out the marquee signThen that darkness comes to find youAnd everyone's gone home and the lights go downYeah, that's the part, they don't tell you aboutThey don't tell you about
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