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You ask me if there's something wrong I say I'm working on a song You haven't said a word in miles I lay my left hand on your thigh Today I woke and something changed Can't seem to pinpoint what seems strange Yesterday it all seemed fine But love can rotate on a dime I can't find a reason I can't find a reason I can't find a reason to cry Instead of telling you I'm sad I lean against the seatbelt strap You're arguing about the war I count the pennies on the floor Chorus At 60 miles an hour I can't figure out a way To fix the fallen pieces of this day Chorus (Thanks to Rafael for these lyrics) From Letras Mania