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Highway lyrics
On a highway along the atlantic I'm rifling through these last 17 years.
The radio waxes romantic. It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears.
We don't say a word.
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard.
And how you've grown my little bird.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
6 pounds and 7 ounces. A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you.
Now your hands, your tiny pink hands, grew larger than my hands ever grew.
We don't say a word.
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard.
And how you've grown my little bird.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
On a highway. On a highway.
Part of these releases
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- Track 11 on Girls and Boys
- 10 December Baby
- 12 Far Away
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- Track 11 on Everybody/Girls and Boys Disc 2
- 10 December Baby
- 12 Far Away
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