I left home with nothing but a few tears in my eyes
Now I'm halfway down the interstate past Highway 99
It's just me and one good wiper blade up »
Those Words We Said
Thinkin' About You
by Trisha Yearwood
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close comes (x2)
Watch my wiper blades pound it like a drum
On the bridge out of Hammond (x2)
Think about what's darkening my life (x2)
See the light »
Steve Albini's Blues
Didn't It Rain
by Songs: Ohia
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I left home with nothing but a few tears in my eyes
Now I'm halfway down the interstate past Highway 99
It's just me and one good wiper blade up »
Those Words We Said
Kim Richey
by Kim Richey
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shapes
By the curve
Of the wiper blades;
How
The fields
Are grey
When they're far away, and
Are green
By the road)
It's
Nice
How
Things »
Hanging Towers of Baltimore
Cove
by The Weather
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windshield wiper blades.
[Chorus]
There's no where to hide.
They stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
There's no where to hide. »
Signals Over the Air
War All the Time
by Thursday
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and mascara gets
Washed away by windshield wiper blades
Safe, safe
[Chorus]
There's no where to hide
They stole the love from our lives to put the sex »
Signals Over the Air [DVD]
Homesick
by Thursday
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gets
Washed away by windshield wiper blades
When you say my name,
I want to split it from your lips
And hide like whispers in the rain
When you »
Signals Over the Air [Live at Starland Ballroom]
Kill the House Lights
by Thursday
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over, gonna pick me up, shut up!
The rusty wiper blades move along, in song
Having a lonely body in your car, shut up
My piece is in your ear
Movin' »
101 North
Tomahawk
by Tomahawk
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back tears and swallow lies
But those wiper blades won't fix you eyes
Count on having clouded vision for at least a little while
And I know you're cold »
Headlights
Albatross
by The Classic Crime
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she never came
I found her note on my windshield underneath the wiper blade
With goodbye bleeding through it in the cold October rain
We probably »
The Ball
Days of Our Lives/The Ball
by James Otto
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Grey skies, dead trees
Rain slowly rolling down their brittle leaves
Wet roads, can't see my way
Wipers dragging across my windows with a tattered »
Grey Skies
Last Call
by Stephen Simmons
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