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๐Ÿค– Mรบsica composta e produzida por Inteligรชncia Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] Dust kicks up on this old dirt road, Behind me, your voice in my phone, Windโ€™s howlinโ€™ through the pines, feels cold, Like the words you left, all alone. [Pre-Chorus] Unopened cider in my hand, A bitter taste I donโ€™t understand, Your voicemail plays like a worn-out song, Guess Iโ€™ve been holding on too long. [Chorus] From this mountain overlook, I watch us fade, A quiet storm in the shade, where promises stray, And the wind, it carries your name away, While I stand here, just trying to find my way. [Verse] Sun dips low, shadows stretch and grow, The radio hums that old refrain, Your goodbye echoes where the cold winds blow, Leaves the dust settling on my pain. [Pre-Chorus] Unopened cider in my hand, A bitter taste I donโ€™t understand, Your voicemail plays like a worn-out song, Guess Iโ€™ve been holding on too long. [Chorus] From this mountain overlook, I watch us fade, A quiet storm in the shade, where promises stray, And the wind, it carries your name away, While I stand here, just trying to find my way. [Bridge] The roadโ€™s long, and Iโ€™m worn thin, Every mile pulls back where weโ€™ve been, But this dusty viewโ€™s a brand-new start, Breaking free, mending my heart. [Chorus] From this mountain overlook, I watch us fade, A quiet storm in the shade, where promises stray, And the wind, it carries your name away, While I stand here, just trying to find my way. [Chorus] From this mountain overlook, I watch us fade, A quiet storm in the shade, where promises stray, And the wind, it carries your name away, While I stand here, just trying to find my way. [Outro] Unopened cider, the final toast, To what we were, and what hurts the most.

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