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点击复制Stick Season (Live) - Noah Kahan
Lyrics by：Noah Kahan
Composed by：Noah Kahan
Arranged by：Noah Kahan
Produced by：Noah Kahan
As you promised me that
I was more than all
The miles combined
You must have had yourself
A change of heart like
Halfway through the drive
Because your voice trailed
Off exactly as you
Passed my exit sign
Kept on drivin' straight
And left our future
To the right
Now I am stuck between
My anger and the
Blame that I can't face
And memories are somethin'
Even smoking w**d
Does not replace
And I am terrified of
Weather 'cause I see
You when it rains
Doc told me to travel
But there's COVID on the planes
And I love Vermont
But it's the season
Of the sticks
And I saw your mom
She forgot that I existed
And it's half my fault
But I just like
To play the victim
I'll drink alcohol
'Til my friends come
Home for Christmas
And I'll dream each
Night of some version of you
That I might not have
But I did not lose
Now you're tire tracks
And one pair of shoes
And I'm split in half
But that'll have to do
1 2 3
So I thought that if
I piled something
Good on all my bad
That I could cancel out
The darkness
I inherited from dad
No I am no longer funny
'Cause I miss the
Way you laugh
You once called me forever
Now you still
Can't call me back
And I love Vermont
But it's the season
Of the sticks
And I saw your mom
She forgot that I existed
And it's half my fault
But I just like
To play the victim
I'll drink alcohol
'Til my friends come
Home for Christmas
And I'll dream each
Night of some
Version of you
That I might not have
But I did not lose
Now you're tire tracks
And one pair of shoes
And I'm split in half
But that'll have to do
Oh that'll have to do
My other half was you
I hope this pain's
Just passin' through
But I doubt it
And I love Vermont
But it's the
Season of the sticks
And I saw your mom
She forgot that I existed
And it's half my fault
But I just like
To play the victim
I'll drink alcohol 'til my
Friends come
Home for Christmas
And I'll dream each night
Of some version of you
That I might not have
But I did not lose
Now you're tire tracks
And one pair of shoes
And I'm split in half
But that'll have to do
And I love Vermont
But it's the
Season of the sticks
And I saw your mom
She forgot that I existed
And it's half my fault
But I just like
To play the victim
I'll drink alcohol 'til my
Friends come
Home for Christmas
And I'll dream each night
Of some version of you
That I might not have
But I did not lose
Now you're tire tracks
And one pair of shoes
And I'm split in half
But that'll have to do
Have to do