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Break Down Here

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 23.08.2012

Mile marker 203
The gas gauge leanin on the edge of E
I'll be danged if the rain ain't pourin down
there's Somethin goin' on underneath the hood
It's a-bangin and a-clangin and it can't be good
It's another 50 miles to the nearest town
Everything I own is in the back in a Hefty bag
I'm outta cigarettes and I'm down to my last drag

[Chorus:]
I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin up ahead or in the rear-view mirror
Out in the middle of no where knowin
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin
God help me keep me movin somehow
Don't let me start wishin I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin a single tear
I'd sure hate to break down here

Under fifty-thousand miles ago
Before the bad blood and busted radio
You said I was all you'd ever need
well Love is blind and little did I know
That you were just another dead-end road
Paved with pretty lies and broken dreams
Baby lovin' you is easier than bein gone
I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

It's to late to turn around
I'd sure hate to break down here

Mile marker 215


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