(Tom Shapiro/Tony Martin/Mark Nesler)
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Here's the thing about your memory
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It could be a thousand miles
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It could be as many days
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But when it's sweeping over me
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I'm so powerless
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It just caries me away
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And where it's taking me I never know
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The only thing that I can do is hope
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It's somewhere I wanna go
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Not that January night under that street light
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With the snow falling all around
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And I'm telling you things that I don't really mean
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But they just keep coming out
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And I see your unbelieving tears
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Your speechless breath hanging in the air
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And I watch you throw your ring out in the snow
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And there I wait until your memory goes
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Somewhere I wanna go
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Like that weekend when we just took off
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Driving in that April sun
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Anywhere the feeling went
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We ended up in Montreal
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Couldn't understand a word
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But we learned to laugh in French
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Where you memory wants to take me I don't know
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The only thing that I can do is hope
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It's somewhere I wanna go
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Somewhere I wanna go
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Make it somewhere I wanna go
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Dancing down at Mardi Gras
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That little motel room in Arkansas
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The nights we just sat up and talked
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Somewhere I wanna go
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Somewhere I Wanna Go
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| Tracy Byrd |
