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Seventeen Lyrics
You're driving too fast
you pace like the crazies
and I can't hear what you say
you want to believe
but you are just guessing
but you always get away
If I wasn't only seventeen
now stuck on the highway
because I feel
It's not where I was going
all these 1600 miles
went to see what's mine
in streets of the fading lines
It's still kinda warm
but seasons are changing
where you stand and smoke them down
you look pretty cold
yes I'm always shaking
can you hold me for a little while
If I wasn't only seventeen
now stuck on the highway
because I feel
It's not where I was going
all these 1600 miles
went to see what's mine
in the streets of the fading lines
You call up all time
you have all these visions
and you're thirsty all around
your heart goes too fast
your legs are still shaking
won't you come in for a while
If I wasn't only seventeen
now stuck on the highway
because I feel
It's not where I was going
all the 1600 miles
but to see what's mine
in streets of the fading lines
you pace like the crazies
and I can't hear what you say
you want to believe
but you are just guessing
but you always get away
now stuck on the highway
because I feel
all these 1600 miles
went to see what's mine
in streets of the fading lines
but seasons are changing
where you stand and smoke them down
you look pretty cold
yes I'm always shaking
can you hold me for a little while
now stuck on the highway
because I feel
all these 1600 miles
went to see what's mine
in the streets of the fading lines
you have all these visions
and you're thirsty all around
your heart goes too fast
your legs are still shaking
won't you come in for a while
now stuck on the highway
because I feel
all the 1600 miles
but to see what's mine
in streets of the fading lines
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Submitted by
darkbirdishome On May 13, 2015
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I think it's about the writer observing himself when he was 17.