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đŸ€– MĂșsica composta e produzida por InteligĂȘncia Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] Salt on the wheel, sun in my teeth, Map crumpled tight in the glovebox seat. You’re in the driver’s side, I’m counting the miles, Every turn’s a memory we’re losing in the wilds. [Pre-Chorus] Mixtape spinning, old songs like old friends, Packed in the back like we’re still on the mend. The radio hums, a ghost in the sound, We’re chasing the light but we’re running from ground. [Chorus] We’re flying down the coast with no name on the map, Sunset on the asphalt, a golden aftertaste. You’re a whisper in my rearview, a star in my sight, We’re burning too fast to say goodbye. Yeah, we’re flying down the coast, no name on the map, Sunset on the asphalt, a golden aftertaste. You’re a whisper in my rearview, a star in my sight, We’re burning too fast to say goodbye. [Verse] Lemon drops on the dashboard, sugar and regret, Every mile a name I can’t quite forget. The sea keeps calling, but I’m not sure where, I just know you’re still in the air. [Pre-Chorus] Mixtape spinning, old songs like old friends, Packed in the back like we’re still on the mend. The radio hums, a ghost in the sound, We’re chasing the light but we’re running from ground. [Chorus] We’re flying down the coast with no name on the map, Sunset on the asphalt, a golden aftertaste. You’re a whisper in my rearview, a star in my sight, We’re burning too fast to say goodbye. Yeah, we’re flying down the coast, no name on the map, Sunset on the asphalt, a golden aftertaste. You’re a whisper in my rearview, a star in my sight, We’re burning too fast to say goodbye. [Bridge] If the road ends here, I’ll still be on the way, Even if you never turn to say my name. No final stop, no sign to stay, Just your shadow on the highway, fading away. [Chorus] We’re flying down the coast with no name on the map, Sunset on the asphalt, a golden aftertaste. You’re a whisper in my rearview, a star in my sight, We’re burning too fast to say goodbye. Yeah, we’re flying down the coast, no name on the map, Sunset on the asphalt, a golden aftertaste. You’re a whisper in my rearview, a star in my sight, We’re burning too fast to say goodbye. [Outro] No name on the map, just the sea in my view, You’re still there—just a little less true. Fading
 On the coast
 Just a breath
 And the road
 Fades


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