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• Artiste: The Little Hands of Asphalt
• Titre: Highway's Pull
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So I'm off again I'm taking just one of my favourite friends The tank is full And we'll be giving in to the highway's pull I'll try to think things through but i'll be thinking way too much of you How you stick to plans Though at times it's best to just play the hand But I'm talking about cards While the past comes in on broken wings to crash in your backyard And i'm picking every syllable apart In those breathless conversations that I memorized by heart The engine screams I'm drifting in and out of dreams soon I'll be consumed And you'll be back at the top of my room The road is stained But any day now the quiet rain will clean our path And leave your name in solvable math Patients never was my trade And the broken back of honesty is thoroughly clichéd When doubt has built a nest inside your head All the restlessness that sleeps between us will break the bed But make no mistake its hard to think that common sense Won't pick a fight with consequence when fall soon breaks Know that I won't be around no more whan you find what you're not looking for in me