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Lyrics for 100 000 Miles by Spearhead:
| | | Artist: | Spearhead |
| | Album: | Home | | Track: | 100 000 Miles | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 89 | | | | Lyrics: | I need a reason to get up /before I wash my face
The junkies the Hookers the dealers the
place
kickin' off my covers / trippin' off the fact
that I haven't called my gramma
in a long long time
standin in the shower/ for almost half an hour
Tryin' to wake
up/ and I'm lookin for the power
reachin' for the towel/ with soap in my eyes
dryin'
off my shoulders / my chest and my thighs
The next thing I know/ the telephone rings
I hear my own voice /on the answering machine
please leave a message/ I'm glad ya
called
I listen for a voice /but there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta
kick the blues
and pay respect where respect is due
all praises to GOD the one I
return to
the one I can turn to
when I'm feelin burned to the bone
(chorus)
Early in the morn/ before I wash my face
The bed is still warm but there's
an empty space
Easrly in the morn/ before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is
a lonely place
At six in the morning /she rolled outa bed
stared out the
window/ and then she said
that I wasn't her type...
I think she's runnin outa types
though...and I told her so.
She picked up her things and walked through the door
and
then said that she couldn't see me no more
just as she was leaving /I asked her if she'd
call
she didn't look back / said nuttin at all
I didn't change my clothes/ because
they smell like you
and when I took a shower it reminded me of you
I called Gramma
Brown/for advice
it happened to me once/it happened to me twice
Michael/ my son/ you
sound really bugged
I wish that you were here /so I could to you give
a hug then she
gave me/ a long, long talk
she said "you have the patience /of ice on a sidewalk"
when things get rough/ don't sweat it
sometimes in life you just have to let it
and
sing out a song / so strong
that even a bad dream couldn't bring harm
to the mind of
a young childs battles
formed from the candle light shadows
her voice is like a
whispering kiss on the forehead
(chorus)
Early in the morn/ before I wash my
face
The bedisstill warmbut there's an empty space
Early in the mornin/beforeIwashmy
face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
In the last thirty
minutes/before I fall asleep
when I have said my prayers /and I have brushed my teeth
This is the time /when I am forced to think about
all of the things/ I been tryin to
forget about
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my room
the cars, the traffic, the
speakers and the boom
alone I remember /the times with me and you
and I realize my
heart is shakin' up the room
Gramma she would tell us /about the glory days
and
gramma she would tell us/ about when we were slaves
in the livin' room/ pianos outa tune
on top of it the pictures /of every bride and groom
child/ grand child /lost child
every single tear shed / every single smile
'cause everybodies got/ alota shit to
deal with
and life doesn't stop/ it just makes ya feel it
so shake the dust/ offa
your feet
take a step forward/ liberate with the beat
so for you/ I wrote this song
I wanted you to hear it/ before you are gone.
the African in me/ the Seminole in me
These are some a things my grandmother gave
to me some believe there are and some
believe there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a saint
(chorus)
Early in the morn/ before I wash my face
The bed isstill warmbut there'san
empty space
Earlyin themornin/ before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a
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