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I drive the lost highway; My headlights casting shadows on the hollow road. Flickers in the mirror; I'm haunted by the spectre of a promise I broke Oh it’s making me shiver I never should've listened to the whispers of snakes. I'm a cold-hearted-killer Running from the memories I cannot escape Time was slipping through my hands; All the grains of falling sand Time was slipping through my hands When I killed you I drive the lost highway; My headlights casting shadows on the hollow road. I sing in the choir on Sunday mornings To remind me that my God is my hope Oh I walk on a tightrope Between the girl I am and who I think I should be. After everything I’ve done Does heaven have a room or is there no vacancy? Time was slipping through my hands; All the grains of falling sand Time was slipping through my hands When I killed you After everything I've done Does heaven have a room or is there no vacancy? Time was slipping through my hands; All the grains of falling sand Time was slipping through my hands When I killed you From Letras Mania