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I'll follow youInto the hills of StraffordI see you looking backwardsAs a blue, in the reviewWe drive out pastThe snowbanks tower overOur cars along the shouldersAbove the nighs, the pine tree linesAnd as she goesThe trailing from your tailpipeI put them out of my sightI don't need to know what it meansand I don't knowwhere we'll be when it's overWill we slip under covers?Lose these clothes and beat the coldI don't know which bed will be emptyI don't care if its the floor this timeWe're through with waitingWe're finished waitingSurprising with the lights off its so simpleThe beating stops to go straight into timeWhat was senselessStarts to make senseLetras de cancionesWhat was beforeNot worth remembering inThe slipping and the steamingHands are scarred, I'm racing jars andAnd we don't knowWhere we'll be when its overWill we slip under covers?Lose these clothes and beat the cold From Letras Mania