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lirik lagu 100,000 miles – spearhead


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

early in the morn/ before i wash my face
the bed is still warm but there’s an empty sp-ce
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

early in the morn/ before i wash my face
the bedisstill warmbut there’s an empty sp-ce
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 she’d / every single smile
’cause everybodies got/ alota sh-t 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

early in the morn/ before i wash my face
the bed isstill warmbut there’san empty sp-ce
earlyin themornin/ before i wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place