sitting at the conner
with no one to hold
i will think of you where ever i go
i said i'll be by your side
when you see the stars tonight
and you said you don't care
when you're sitting on the chair
my life is like a highway
but i want to live it my way
with you
crossing the road
in the middle of the night
sitting on the roof top
trying to sleep tonight
waiting for the day to be dead
then maybe i'll crawl to my bed
and wishing that no one else will ever be sad
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