Noah Kahan - Stick Season
Author And Composer: Noah Kahan
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As you promised me that I
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Was more than
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All the miles combined
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You must have had yourself
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A change of heart like
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Halfway through the drive
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Because your voice trailed
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Off exactly as
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You passed my exit sign
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Kept on driving straight
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And left our future to the right
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Now I am stuck between my
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Anger and the blame
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That I can't face
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And memories are something
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Even smoking weed does not replace
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And I am terrified of weather
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'cause I see you when it rains
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And doc told me to travel
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But there's COVID on the planes
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And I, love Vermont
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But it's the season of the sticks
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And I, saw your mom
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She forgot that I existed
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And it's, half my fault but
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I just like to play the victim
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I'll drink alcohol 'til my
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Friends come home for Christmas
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And I'll, dream each night
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Of some version of you
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That I, might not have but
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I did not lose
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Now you're tire tracks and
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One pair of shoes
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And I'm split in half but
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That'll have to do
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So I thought that if I piled
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Something good on all my bad
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That I could cancel out the
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Darkness I inherited from dad
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No and I'm no longer funny
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But I miss the way you laugh
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You once called me forever
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Now you still can't call me back
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And I, love Vermont
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But it's the season of the sticks
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And I, saw your mom
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She forgot that I existed
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F#m
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And it's, half my fault but
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F#m
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I just like to play the victim
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I'll drink alcohol 'til my
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Friends come home for Christmas
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And I'll, dream each night
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Of some version of you
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That I, might not have but
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I did not lose
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F#m
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Now you're tire tracks and
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One pair of shoes
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And I'm split in half but
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That'll have to do
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Oh that'll have to do
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My other half was you
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I hope this pain's just passing
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Through
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But I doubt it
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And I, love Vermont
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But it's the season of the sticks
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And I, saw your mom
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She forgot that I existed
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F#m
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And it's, half my fault but
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F#m
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I just like to play the victim
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I'll drink alcohol 'til my
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Friends come home for Christmas
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And I'll, dream each night
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Of some version of you
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That I, might not have but
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I did not lose
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F#m
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Now you're tire tracks and
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F#m
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One pair of shoes
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And I'm split in half but
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That'll have to do
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Have to do
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