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• Artiste: Colton Bowlin
• Titre: State Lines
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The wheels on my car Are like the boots on my feet Ones rusty and worn And the other is tearing at the seams And the wheel in my hand Pulls a little to the right And the heart in my chest pulls to you When I cross state lines The fuel in my tank it fills up with gas When I pass you by My hearts tellin me to turn on around and Give it one more try I can't bring myself To do such a thing If I relived a lie Lord, it sure would be a shame Maybe I’ll move a county or two Or maybe another state would do I think it'd be ok If I just moved away And drank up all my pay So I don't see you I can’t seem to gеt you off my mind Even though I try I fail every timе The rust in my frame Is like the hole in my heart Every time I hear your name It tears me apart Maybe I'll move a county or two Or maybe another state would do I think it'd be ok If I just moved away And drank up all my pay So that I don't see you In my dreams In my thoughts Any time I fall asleep There you are