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Chrome wheels hissing on a midnight run, Diesel smoke rising where the long roads hum. She’s slingin’ coffee in a neon haze, Living off tips and the jukebox plays. Bootsteps echo through the swinging door, Highway hearts scattered on the checkerboard floor. She’s got a stare like she’s seen it all, Every mile, every rise, every hard night fall. Chorus: She keeps the night alive when the world feels stuck, Serving up hope with a little bit of luck. Out on the edge where the lost ones stop, She’s the soul of the midnight truck stop.
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Chrome wheels hissing on a midnight run, Diesel smoke rising where the long roads hum. She’s slingin’ coffee in a neon haze, Living off tips and the jukebox plays. Bootsteps echo through the swinging door, Highway hearts scattered on the checkerboard floor. She’s got a stare like she’s seen it all, Every mile, every rise, every hard night fall. Chorus: She keeps the night alive when the world feels stuck, Serving up hope with a little bit of luck. Out on the edge where the lost ones stop, She’s the soul of the midnight truck stop.
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