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🤖 Música composta e produzida por Inteligência Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] Door clicks, the night wraps 'round my shoulders tight Eyes meet in the rearview, softly burning light You say my name like you already know my pain Like every tear I've kissed fell down an empty lane [Pre-Chorus] And I’m holding onto whispers that the silence gave In this quiet cab, feels like I’m saved [Chorus] You know my story without me speaking Every heartbreak, every night I'm weak in But here you drive, through the city’s glow Taking me somewhere only we could go Yeah, you see through the cracks and the lows Taxi rides where my broken heart grows [Verse] Streets blur like the memories I try to forget But your steady voice is the calm in my regret You hum a tune that mends the frayed edges of my mind Turning pain into a song that’s warm and kind [Pre-Chorus] And I’m breathing in the hope that you silently give In this quiet cab, I begin to live [Chorus] You know my story without me speaking Every heartbreak, every night I’m weak in But here you drive, through the city’s glow Taking me somewhere only we could go Yeah, you see through the cracks and the lows Taxi rides where my broken heart grows [Bridge] Maybe it’s just the miles, maybe it’s the night Maybe in your eyes, the wrong feels right I’m learning to believe in what you say That something better waits beyond this day [Chorus] You know my story without me speaking Every heartbreak, every night I’m weak in But here you drive, through the city’s glow Taking me somewhere only we could go Yeah, you see through the cracks and the lows Taxi rides where my broken heart grows [Chorus] You know my story without me speaking Every heartbreak, every night I’m weak in But here you drive, through the city’s glow Taking me somewhere only we could go Yeah, you see through the cracks and the lows Taxi rides where my broken heart grows [Outro] Door clicks, but this time I’m not alone In your quiet drive, I’m finally home

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