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I’ve been sendin' these songs out into the air,

Hopin' they’d land where somebody cares.

But the echoes fade before they’re heard,

And silence answers every word.

I’m still gonna sing, I’m still gonna play,

Still gonna write in my own unique way.

But the open road don’t lead nowhere,

And I’m done leavin' my voice out there.

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This is my last public song,

I’ll keep the rest where they belong.

In the late-night hum, in my own four walls,

Where I don’t wait for a crowd to call.

When the final note has gone,

I’ll be quiet, I’ll move on...

This is my last public song.

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Not a farewell, not layin' it down,

Just pullin' my roots out of this goddamn town.

I’ll still pour my soul in every line,

But the world don’t need to hear what's mine.

Some things grow better when they’re unseen,

Some truths stay sharp when they stay between

The heart and the hands that set them free...

The rest of the songs are just for me.

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This is my last public song,

I’ll keep the rest where they belong.

In the late-night hum, in my own four walls,

Where I don’t wait for a crowd to call.

When the final note has gone,

I’ll be quiet, I’ll move on...

This is my last public song.

No spotlight to burn me down,

No empty seats in an empty town.

I’ll keep the fire, I’ll keep the flame,

Just no more givin' out my name.

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This is my last public song,

And maybe it’s where I’ve belonged.

In the quiet place I can always stay,

Where the noise of the world can’t wash it away.

When the final note has gone,

I’ll be quiet, I’ll move on...

This is my last public song.

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