mess. - Highway Minus | Текст песни

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Riding in the street
I see you looking at me
With your bag and alcohol
And cigarette in your hand
What can I get from you?
Just two nice days
But I'm tired of this permanent chase
Now I just wanna ride in the street
I don't think about tomorrow
I don't think about tomorrow

My car is rolling down the street
I'm driving slowly on the third speed
Some things don't change
I cross the line before red light on the highway
Some things don't change
I'm all alone and I have no plans for today
Some things don't change
And my whole life is like that car on the highway

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