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I can't be mad at the wind just for blowin' through So I ain't mad at you for doin' what you do God knows I'm gonna miss you Maybe He's to blame for giving me a taste And making you this way The way you run You know you could have been a highway The way you flood my mind Might as well be a hard rain The way you go to my head You'd make a really good tequila The way you're always on You'd make a damn good neon light You would think you're a drug As bad as I need you The way you leave everything blue Whoa, you would make a beautiful sky I wish you were a river I could jump into And let you carry me And float away with you But I was just another fool Thinkin' you would ever put your roots down The way you run SongtexteYou know you could have been a highway The way you flood my mind Might as well be a hard rain The way you go to my head You'd make a really good tequila The way you're always on You'd make a damn good neon light You would think you're a drug As bad as I need you The way you leave everything blue Whoa, you would make a beautiful sky The way you go to my head You'd make a really good tequila The way you're always on You'd make a damn good neon light You would think you're a drug As bad as I need you The way you leave everything blue Whoa, you would make a beautiful sky You'd make a beautiful sky Aus Songtexte Mania