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• Artiste: Little Big Town
• Titre: Pontiac
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(Karen Fairchild/Jimi Westbrook/Kimberly Roads/Phillip Sweet/Wayne Kirkpatrick) Another long lonely nights Wrestling with what he'd done and what's he might Do while she cries She's had enough,she's waking up and she decides She'd rather try to brave it on her own This hollow house has never been a home Tired of living a life like that Giving a love she don't get back Lies as big as a Pontiac Rolling all over her Tired of the words that just won't stick She knows not to believe it No more hanging on to what will never be No more hanging on to what will never be Straight down the line She misreads his every move each and every time And if love once was blind She's opened up her eyes to see the fading light She's been a prisoner of her emptiness Locked in a box of her own loneliness Tired of living a life like that Giving a love she don't get back Lies as big as a Pontiac Rolling all over her Tired of the words that just won't stick She knows not to believe it No more hanging on to what will never be No more hanging on to what will never be She'd rather try to brave it on her own This hollow house has never been a home Tired of living a life like that Giving a love she don't get back Lies as big as a Pontiac Rolling all over her Tired of the words that just won't stick She knows not to believe it No more hanging on to what will never be No more hanging on to what will never be