Headlights on the highway

With my fingertips i trace on your bare skin all of the things Id like to say but cannot speak.
You mean everything, there not quite words enough, to tell you all the things that you've become for me.
and the headlights on the highway cannot help me understand, whatever it is you need I pray I am.
I dont need no secrets, I give up on lies, if its gonna rain Id rather know then be caught lying.
and the headlights on the highway cannot help me understand, whatever it is you need I pray I am.


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