| Someday somebody’s gonna stop and look
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| Or scratch their head and say
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| «What happened to him? |
| It’s been a while since I heard that name»
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| The story goes, I told one last joke, bum one more smoke
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| And then paid my tab and just disappeared one day
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| I’ve kicked around this old town long enough to see
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| The ones who left too soon and the ones who didn’t know when to leave
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| And when it’s my turn to jump off this carousel
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| I’m gonna ride that white horse and run like hell
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| Be thankful for the friends I’ve made
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| The hungry years, the glory days
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| Give 'em one more song and lay this guitar down
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| That’s how I’m going out
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| Mmh
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| When I go, I’ll be another page torn away
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| A memory made, another ghost on music road
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| But I can say, I gave it hell, I rang the bell
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| But I’ll know when there’s no more dreams to chase
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| And when it’s my turn to jump off this carousel
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| I’m gonna ride that white horse and run like hell
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| Be thankful for the friends I’ve made
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| The hungry years, the glory days
|
| Give 'em one more song and lay this guitar down
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| That’s how I’m going out
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| That’s how I’m going out
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| When it’s my turn to jump off this carousel
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| I’m gonna ride that white horse and run like hell
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| No slowing down, no looking back
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| Let the credits roll and fade to black
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| Give 'em one more song and lay this guitar down
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| Sing one more song and lay this guitar down
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| That’s how I’m going out
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| That’s how I’m going out
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| Someday somebody’s gonna stop and look
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| Or, scratch their head and say
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| «What happened to him? |
| It’s been a while since I heard that name» |