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Slope of headlights climbing up the hill
A hundred little suns that do not stay
The city watches from a windowsill
The hill is steeper than it looks
I know, I wrote it in my books
Slope of headlights, come and find me here
I am standing where the road begins to bend
Slope of headlights, I have waited here all year
For one pair of lights that does not end
The guardrail holds a hundred fingerprints
Somebody is losing their signal
And every pair of lights goes by too bright
Slope of headlights, come and find me here
I am standing where the road begins to bend
Slope of headlights, I have waited here all year
For one pair of lights that does not end
