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• Artiste: David Morris
• Titre: It Hits Me
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One week, four days, three hours, since I last thought about you Doing the best I can to move on but girl if you want the truth Sometimes I hit that old dirt road On those county lines that takes me home And I see you in that front seat And all a sudden girl it hits me That you ain't here anymore to love me You ain't here anymore to try You ain't gonna be here when I need ya baby I feel it deep inside, it hits me Like a freight train, like a car wreck, like a right hook In a bar fight on a rowdy Friday night Like a quarterback blitz, like a fastball pitch Coming straight down the plate in the bottom of the ninth And I shouldn't be surprised Cuz it happens every the time Soon as you're outta my mind It hits me... it hits me See I could be driving down my old street On sunny summer July day Or waiting in line at the Dairy Queen And all a sudden I see your face And I start thinking about ya And how much I really miss ya I wanna tell ya I'm sorry, I wanna hug ya and kiss ya I wanna try my best to break free, but all a sudden girl it hits me That you ain't here anymore to love me You ain't here anymore to try You ain't gonna be here when I need ya baby I feel it deep inside, it hits me Like a freight train, like a car wreck, like a right hook In a bar fight on a rowdy Friday night Like a quarterback blitz, like a fastball pitch Coming straight down the plate in the bottom of the ninth And I shouldn't be surprised Cuz it happens every the time Soon as you're outta my mind It hits me... it hits me When I ride through Main Street in town When I roll my windows down When I walk into this empty house It hits me... it's hit me That you ain't here anymore to love me You ain't here anymore to try You ain't gonna be here when I need ya baby I feel it deep inside, it hits me Like a freight train, like a car wreck, like a right hook In a bar fight on a rowdy Friday night Like a quarterback blitz, like a fastball pitch Coming straight down the plate in the bottom of the ninth And I shouldn't be surprised Cuz it happens every the time Soon as you're outta my mind It hits me... it hits me