On My Highway

On my highway the yellow lines,
Have disappeared from time to time,
And I've wound up on the wrong side of the road,
On my highway I've gone to fast,
Afraid that I might finish last,
I hooked a curve too hard and lost control,
Oh I never know which way it's gonna go,

(Chorus)
But what a feeling chasing the sun,
Living my life like it's shot from a gun,
Laughing a little bit more with every mile,
Oh what a freedom racing the wind,
Dieing to know whats around the next bend,
And smiling as I watch the years roll by,
I'm learning how to take it day by day on my highway,

On my highway I missed some signs,
And left a damn good love behind,
I see her in my rear view like a ghost,
On my highway I've broken down,
And cried when no one else was around,
And prayed that God would save my soul,
Ya I've paid a lot of heavy tolls,

(Chorus)

Yeah Yeah,
What a feeling out on the run,
Drinking up the rain soaking up the sun,
Laughing a little bit more with ever mile,
Oh what a freedom like a sail in the wind,
Not looking back not forgetting where I've been,
Smiling as I watch the years roll by,
I'm moving on from my mistakes,
And I'm learning how to take it day by day,
On my highway,
Oh oh yeah.

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Бар не зачинений, Шукай мене очима. Мені в тобі причина, Гину, зачепило. Летять бокали, Як завжди мало. Скінчиться вечір Хутром тобі на плечі. Приспів: Звісно, ми змішані з різного тіста І "кухар" зробив це навмисно, І ми не повторимось років триста. Чиста