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• Artiste: Girlyman
• Titre: Postcards From Mexico
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When you slammed through my life Like a screen door in a hurricane wind, All I could think was how to find you again. But Route 80 was snowed under, And the roads to the canyon were closed. For our safety, I suppose. The sound of your voice is like longing feels When you whispered my name in the dark. And the thick yellow Brooklyn Night sky through the window Burned itself into me, Deep as my history. Baby, You're great on the highway. You know how to make an escape. (This desperation To pack up and move on and see) (You're cold hearted. You're lonesome and shady.) You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico Baby, you're never far enough away. Everyone always loves you When you're on your way out the door. Everybody needs you and begs you to stay. Guess I learned something from you, And the way you stared right through me. Baby, You're great on the highway. Baby, You're great on the highway. You know how to make an escape. (This desperation To pack up and move on and see) (You're cold hearted. You're lonesome and shady.) You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico Baby, you're never far enough away. You leave us crying over postcards from Mexico Baby, you're never far enough away.