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Mixtape
Driving on highways
radio plays country songs, folk melodies
bittersweet codas, and sad symphonies.
Crescendo my heart, crescendo this lonely feeling.
*Refrain:
I lost the mixtape with your song on it,
And now the tape deck is singing flat keys,
That don't ring for me.
They don't ring for me.
Stuck between traffic lights,
This touch and go,
Cars passing by,
Cause I'm driving too slow.
Static on the station now,
feelings turning right side up and upside down.
I can't explain it, what I mean,
I just want you here.*
Mileage counter, adding up numbers,
one and one make two,
blow a wish out the window,
hope it comes true.
I'm thinking out loud you,
Can you hear me.* |
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