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Have Heart
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How many miles until I get out of this rectangular box of hell?
Because these four same faces
In these overcrowded spaces
Have me praying for the places
That will leave me one minute to my fucking self
The foreheads glued to window-panes
And the sore backs from kitchen-wood floors
And all the sitting, sitting, sitting in a van yet I still want more?
When there's a million more miles to roam
I think of the life left for me back home
A paradise to watch their greener grass grow
And all the time to be alone, alone, alone, ahh (don't go)
Two weeks home cripple me
Because the trees don't pass
Lines don't move
As the white walls collapse
On my ramblin' bye blues that's howlin'
Howling for that open road because
No arms can hold
No home can warm
Like the gaze at the rays of a distant lost-highway sun
There's a million more miles to roam
I think of the life left for me back home
A paradise to watch their greener grass grow
And all the time to feel alone
Pave paradise
Put the keys in
Turn the engine
Let the big green van drive me from this city
From anything but simplicity
To anywhere from this city
From anything but simplicity
Written by: Have Heart