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• Artiste: Amanda Wilkinson
• Titre: Pontiacs
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The Wysteria vines were climbin' Every sunset was a watercolor, The promise of a perfect summer A blue eyed boy with a red TransAm. We spent hours on his hood just laughing In between the moonlight just dancing. And it was way too short but oh so sweet Don't know what it was to him but it was love to me. That's why I hate Pontiacs, Black vinyl seats And Crackerjacks With plastic rings They play it back in that goodbye scene on a warm September night That's why I hate river roads With the windows down And Tupelo, oh I hate that town. 'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound And he never did come back That's why I hate Pontiacs. I filed away my wounded pride I found someone and loved again; Never take a trip to way back when. 'Til the radio plays a certain song And it's like a finger on the trigger Some old hurts they just hurt bigger. Might have gotten past it long ago but parts of yesterday ... they get tattooed on your soul That's why I hate Pontiacs Black vinyl seats, And Crackerjacks With plastic rings They play it back in that goodbye scene on a warm September night. That's why I hate river roads With the windows down And Tupelo, oh I hate that town. 'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound And he never did come back. That's why I hate Pontiacs That's why I hate Pontiacs Black vinyl seats We were maniacs. So wild and free 'til he took it back That he loved me And he drove off like the wind That's why I hate Scorpios You can't tie 'em down, And Tupelo, Lord I hate that town. 'Cause all I know is that's where he was bound And he never did come back. That's why I hate Pontiacs