Highways and Broken Hearts
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He never knew their names and never really cared
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Lying to himself, he was never just a young kid scared
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Living on his own with no one to hold on to
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Nowhere to go and nothing to do
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But lie awake and pray that one-day
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Someone will come his way
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Chorus:
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All He knows are
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Highways and broken hearts, late nights and old guitars
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Wondering where you are, you're so far away
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His shoes are worn and tired and not at their best
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Like a gypsy never sure where he's going next
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Superficial friends, and girls with glazed over eyes
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It's a good time, but just for the night
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Then off he'll go to maybe Mexico
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Then off through Colorado
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All He knows are
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Highways and broken hearts, late nights and old guitars
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Wondering where you are, you're so far away
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Staring through the walls of that motel room
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Reflecting on his days, the route he's seemed to choose
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Will good outshine bad, can he turn this thing around
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Should he drop to his knees, just give up now
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Begging for release in the night
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Has he gone too far to fight?
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All He knows are
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Highways and broken hearts, late nights and old guitars
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Wondering where you are, you're so far away
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[Thanks to Tanika for lyrics]
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Highways And Broken Hearts
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| Eli Young Band |
