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Lyrics: Wreckers. Stand Still, Look Pretty. Way Back Home.

Somewhere in the country there's a place
Where nobody knows your name
When I'm feeling lonely there's a train
That helps me run away

I know my mother she always told me
The road would get cold
I never listened, always forgettin'
The way back home, the way back home

Somewhere in the city there's a face
That makes it hard to stay
He never listened to me, when I'd say
That things would never change

I know my mother she always told me
The road would get cold
I never listened, always forgettin'
The way back home, the way back home
The way back home

And I know my mother she always told me
The road would get cold
I never listened, always forgettin'
The way back home

I never listened always forgettin'
The way back home, the way back home