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Lie with me ‘til the morning comes
Roll to work, I’ll drop you at home
The radio’s on, you tap your feet
Sing out of key, but you never miss a beat
I feel like a prince in pauper’s clothes:
Gas station joe and old steel toes
It’s the little things that pull me through
And keep my colours from blending blue
I don’t know just what I’d do
If I didn’t have you to turn me around
Whenever I’m down
Slip away, just for a while
Leave this race and all our trials
The radio’s on, you clap your hands
Know all the words, but you can’t name the band
I’ve toiled so long with nought to show
I feel like a god out on the open road
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Dusty Highway
04:12
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Ain’t it funny how it works?
Wanted it better, but I made it worse
This foolish wash of words is tired and lost, wishing for worth
I long for the calm of the highway before the sun rises
I’m worn and waiting for more
Counting hours, selling days
Memories blend and fade like paint
I long for the calm of the highway before the sun rises
I’m just trying to find my way
Love’s come and gone, I’m running
I’m worn and waiting for more
Counting hours, selling days
Memories blend and fade like paint
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Flowshine Calgary, Alberta
Flowshine crafts music at the edge of the Canadian Rockies and spends a lot of time in a van.
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