Highway Lyrics - Ingrid Michaelson

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On a highway along the atlantic I'm rifling through these last 17 years.
The radio waxes romantic.
It's 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 you've grown my little bird.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.
I'm regretting letting you fly.

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------ Performed by Ingrid Michaelson

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------ 07/22/2014

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