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Nov 2015
I drive too fast on the highway
Close my eyes when I cross the street
Occasionally I let my feet off the pedal
Hoping that the transport and I meet

I'm just driving fast on the highway
Aiming for the sea, warm and foreign to me
Past the hills and the odd trees
The people with accents that stare at me

I'm just driving fast on the highway
Running from my troubles
Attempting to drown out my worries
Instead, I can see them in the mirror, steadily behind me

I'm just driving fast on the highway
Hoping you notice me
Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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