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Artiste:
Farm Inc. (The)
Titre:
That 100 Miles
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(Verse) You and me were never meant to be Two hearts carved on two different trees Two paths crossing on a midnight moon A little too fast, or a little too soon (Verse) I was lost to God up in Bragging on to all my friends I never thought that the last weekend Is our last weekend (Pre-Chorus) And the road goes on and on and on And time goes on and on and on And life goes on and on and on And you're still gone (Chorus) But every once in a while I think about that 100 miles Hey baby we were riding in style I go back every now and then I get caught in the could've been,what should've been And I start the car, and I start to cry And then I drive That 100 miles (Verse) A little dunner in that little town A cup of coffee that you couldn't pour down Lipstick lips on my face Still feel the way they tasting Yiddle days in motel room Second floor room 232 That's where you made love to me Still got the keys and the memories (Pre-Chorus) And the road goes on and on and on And time goes on and on and on And life goes on and on and on And you're still gone (Chorus) But every once in a while I think about that 100 miles Hey baby we were riding in style I go back every now and then I get caught in the could've been,what should've been And I start the car, and I start to cry And then I drive That 100 miles (Bridge) I never thought that stretch is straight black top Put on a stop You and me were never meant to be Two hearts carved on two different trees Two paths crossing on a midnight moon A little too fast, or a little too soon (Chorus) But every once in a while I think about that 100 miles Hey baby we were riding in style I go back every now and then I get caught in the could've been,what should've been And I start the car, and I start to cry And then I drive That 100 miles