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• Artiste: Kip Moore
• Titre: American Heartbreak
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One, two I can see you sitting on the back of that bike seat Nails on my handles, painted Daytona hot pink Waiting on me in that Tennessee night sky I was long-gone man in those Carolina blue eyes Red, white, and blue flag flying in the breeze Two names on the back of that live oak tree An American Heartbreak I knew she was a wild card Always been a leaver, born to run away She's an American Heartbreak Bottle rockets, black cats popping in the summer heat Eighteen, sipping suds, hiding from the police, yeah Them high-school bleachers were the perfect cover for some lovers, burning red hot In a field, in a truck, any place we could find a spot I tell her that I love her and I get a little laugh She said, "Boy, you outta know to not talk like that" American Heartbreak I knew she was a wild card Always been a leaver, born to run away She's an American Heartbreak A cold wind came, she was looking for a new scene The one out there, the one without me, oh, yeah I can still hear her whisper, I can still taste her hot kiss She ain't hard to remember on a summer night like this American Heartbreak I knew she was a wild card Always been a leaver, born to run away She's an American Heartbreak An American Heartbreak I knew she was a wild card Always been a leaver, born to run away She's an American Heart, babe, yeah, oh