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• Artiste: Willis
• Titre: Last Ride
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Every time you say what I already know, no matter how much further I have to go, pulling my breaks as I squeal over the line. This feeling I get that we're over and done is killing me faster than end number one, and though your eyes are staring through me, I won't ask you "why". You don't return my calls through my empty walls. The pavement screaming, "Stop the car tonite." It's the last ride of my last night. Police lights flashing, it's over, we're crashing. The last night of my last life, and I'm running out of gas watching you pass me by. Highway signs pass as cables go by. I never knew what you were feeling inside, looking over glasses, tired of asking me "why." Car-crash boxes stacked high on the street, reflecting concern from all that I meet, and though their eyes are staring through me, I can't answer "why." You don't return my calls through my empty walls, the pavement screaming, "Stop the car tonite." It's the last ride of my last night. Police lights flashing, it's over, we're crashing. The last night of my last life, and I'm running out of gas watching you pass me by. You don't return my calls through my empty walls. The pavement's screaming, "Stop the car, stop the car." Stop the car tonite... It's the last ride of my last night. Police lights flashing, it's over, we're crashing. The last night of my last life, and I'm running out of gas watching you pass me by.