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INGRID MICHAELSON lyrics : "Highway"

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.

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