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On a highway along the Atlantic

I’m rifling through these last 17 years

The radio waxes romantic

It' 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

6 pounds and 7 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

On a highway

On a highway

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