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Try and try, leave a traceAnd all we ever leave is a sour tasteYou're half asleep when I crash throughI'm like a drop of water on the dry sandI'm a scar across your faceI'm an itch that's driving you madHighway 5Takes so much to make us feel like we're aliveA weary traveler at a smooth 75Make pretend the landscape ain't so dryDo anything to maintain a lieTo the left, a beautiful California landscapeDead ends in the skyAnd to the right, beautiful mountains riseHigh and dryAnother futile expression of bitternessAnother overwhelming sensation of uselessnessMake pretend that the landscape ain't so dryDo anything to maintain a lieMake pretend that the lover ain't so barrenThough in Los Angeles things like that don't matterHighway 5 Aus Songtexte Mania