Текст песни Tom Petty - Stories We Could Tell
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Talkin to myself againWondering if this travelin is goodIs there something better wed be doing if we couldAnd oh the stories we could tellAnd if this all blows up and goes to hellI can still see us sittin on the bed in some motelListenin to the stories we could tellRemember that guitar in a museum in tennesseeAnd the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodiesAnd the scratches on the faceTold of all the times he fellSingin every story he could tellAnd oh the stories it could tellAnd I bet you it still rings like a bellAnd I wish we could sit back on the bed in some motelAnd listen to the stories we could tellSo if youre on the road tracking down here every nightAnd youre singin for a livin neath the brightly colored lightsAnd if you ever wonder why you ride this carouselYou did it for the stories you could tellAnd oh the stories we could tellAnd if this all blows up and goes to hellI can still see us sittin on the bed in some motelListenin to the stories we could tellI can still see us sittin on the bed in some motelListenin to the stories we could tell