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Highway
Michaelson, Ingrid (1979-)
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On a highway along the Atlantic
I'm rifling through these last seventeen years
The radio waxes romantic
Its 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
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Six pounds and seven 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, 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
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On a highway, on a highway
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