Ca sĩ: Club Des Belugas

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don’t wanna know what’s written on the last page

let’s just leave ‘cause I’ve grown so tired of this place

oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it

let the wind run through my fingers

there’s a cool breeze coming from the sea

i hear the sand under the wheels

there’s a cool breeze

our eldorado won’t stop running I’m drifting to sleep

while you drive me far away we left head over heels

oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it

let the wind run through my fingers

there’s a cool breeze coming from the sea

i hear the sand under the wheels

there’s a cool breeze

we travel light, not more than what fitted in a paperbag

grabbed our boards for a roadtrip in a cadillac

oh the road is lonesome before you travel on it

let the wind run through my fingers

there’s a cool breeze coming from the sea

i hear the sand under the wheels

there’s a cool breeze coming from the sea