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The Highway
It once, and still is,a dusty highway,
It was cold( a bit like love) and gray
In the middle of nowhere
There is practically nothing left but air
On and on this dark and damask highway went,
It left nothing but a icy, dead scent
This ghost highway was here long ago,
Very little people come and go
Yet I still walk on and on,
Looking for what we lost until dawn
On this highway I tell myself I don't miss you,
but deep, down inside, I know thats not true...
Not to sound too demanding, but i want honest opinions....
It was cold( a bit like love) and gray
In the middle of nowhere
There is practically nothing left but air
On and on this dark and damask highway went,
It left nothing but a icy, dead scent
This ghost highway was here long ago,
Very little people come and go
Yet I still walk on and on,
Looking for what we lost until dawn
On this highway I tell myself I don't miss you,
but deep, down inside, I know thats not true...
Not to sound too demanding, but i want honest opinions....
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