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• Artiste: Sugar Bayou
• Titre: Two Feet
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A thousand little white lines, a million drops of rain I mash the pedal to the floor across the fruited plain I searched the desert's red skies, still no sign of you The canyon's full of emptiness like all that we've been through Tomorrow I'll run out of road and reach the endless sea Careless words that we let fly have wounded you and me Somewhere I'll have to stop and get myself a room Two feet from the telephone, a million miles from you Passing trucks rolling on, hear those tires whine I watch a storm begin to grow across the great divide We'd come this way together-I remember how it snowed We found a place to wait it out, and didn't want to go Tomorrow night I'll make it home, try it all again Gather all the scattered parts, see what I can mend Maybe I'll close my eyes before the night is through Two feet from the telephone, a million miles from you Tomorrow night I'll make it home, try it all again Gather all the scattered parts, see what I can mend Maybe I'll close my eyes before the night is through Two feet from the telephone, a million miles from you