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• Artiste: Handguns
• Titre: Highway Robbery
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Four years spent on the open road I used to think that there was nothing left for me at home With everywhere I've been and everything I've seen This place finally feels like home to me I'm living like an outlaw, nowhere to go You can't take what I stole, it's now mine to hold These yellow lines, they made me who I am today Even though some might think I'm wasting my life away Losing my mind on this twelve-hour drive This van would be my grave if I died tonight Always on the run, never slowing down At it since I was young and you can't stop me now I'm living like an outlaw, nowhere to go You can't take what I stole, it's now mine to hold These yellow lines, they made me who I am today Even though some might think I'm wasting my life away There's still something about the smell of gasoline It fuels the fire to keep me going Exit signs and highways lights Long drives and late nights I'm living like an outlaw, nowhere to go You can't take what I stole, it's now mine to hold These yellow lines, they made me who I am today Even though some might think I'm wasting my life away