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• Artiste: Morgan Wade
• Titre: Crossing State Lines
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You're an early morning open-ended chat I think you might kill me Hell, I'd love to burn out like that Yeah, you're stumbling down the street Hey baby, you're wasted Yet you're the kind of innocence I've never tasted Now you're crossing state lines And I'm trying real hard to get over you You never wanted me, and I wanted you to I never held you tight, and I never tasted your lips I thought I found heaven, and what kinda hell was this You're talking too loud in a crowded theater I almost said too much And you said, "Let's save the rest for later" You're a black T-shirt end of that bar at 12 a.m. I'm headed to work hungover, saying, "I ain't ever drinking again" Now you're crossing state lines And I'm trying real hard to get over you You never wanted me, and I wanted you to I never held you tight, and I never tasted your lips Yeah, I thought I found heaven, and what kinda hell was this Well, you came so late, I swear you left so fast You coulda been my future, and now you're my past And I'm just some memory that, with each and every day, will fade I'm sure you forgot me by the time your car hit the interstate Now you're crossing state lines And I'm trying real hard to get over you You never wanted me, and I wanted you to I never held you tight, and I never tasted your lips Yeah, I thought I found heaven, and what kinda hell was this Yeah, you looked like heaven, and what kinda hell was this Yeah, you looked like heaven, and what kinda hell was this What kinda hell was this Yeah, you looked like heaven, and what kinda hell was this What kinda hell, what kinda hell, what kinda hell, what kinda hell was this What kinda hell was this