Ingrid Michaelson

Ingrid Michaelson - Highway lyrics

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On a highway along the atlantic 
I'm rifling through these last 17 years
The radio waxes romantic
Its 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

We don't say a word
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
And how, how you've grown my little bird
I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly

On a highway 
On a highway
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Cabin 24 Records

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Released in: 2010

Language: English

Translations: French

Appearing on: Girls & Boys (2007) , Girls and Boys (2006)

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