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Akit's Hill (S. Loree) She's an old machine, worn and bent With the paint scratched off in an accidental dent Driving down the wrong side of the road With bad brakes and heavy load It's dark with the lights off Radio on and our fingers crossed It's a coin toss Half a mile from Johnson's Mill At the top of Akit's Hill Letras de cancionesThe other with an accent and flashy dashboard I've never seen one of those before Coming up the far side of the hill We're at the top hanging around Looking out at the lake and the stars There's ice and fire and the sound of braking tires It's a crossfire There was nothing I could do And I knew that he knew it too I could see it when he turned the wheel There is nothing I can say About Akit's Hill at the end of that day There is nothing I could swear was true From Letras Mania