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theres lots of things along the road id surely like to see.
i like to lean into the wind and tell myself im free.
but your softest whispers louder than the highways call to me.
sometimes i feel like an empty bottle left next to railroad tracks.
twisted up and hollow, you threw me on my back.
god how i swear on my cold grave
never will it come to be.
that i might find myself once more
crying girl dont set me free.
yet here again i am the fool
they'll turn their backs on me.
ill close my eyes n wake up n the morning,
and walk my lonely body to the sea.
left alone to wander freeways, mountains, and city's.....
(mabey i should just start playin sad country blues songs all alone. who needs a band...)
i like to lean into the wind and tell myself im free.
but your softest whispers louder than the highways call to me.
sometimes i feel like an empty bottle left next to railroad tracks.
twisted up and hollow, you threw me on my back.
god how i swear on my cold grave
never will it come to be.
that i might find myself once more
crying girl dont set me free.
yet here again i am the fool
they'll turn their backs on me.
ill close my eyes n wake up n the morning,
and walk my lonely body to the sea.
left alone to wander freeways, mountains, and city's.....
(mabey i should just start playin sad country blues songs all alone. who needs a band...)
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