Parked by your eyes hating your every move
Feeling your hands, tasting your food
Can you believe that I'm not in the mood?
You're so crazy and weak and you're a stranger to me
And it's true what they say about highways
Can you recall the pavements on holidays?
Trying to be a part of your home
When somehow you end up feeling alone
And your story begins with a tear on the chin
And it's true what they say about new ways

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