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And I don't sing at all like an angel Yeah, ain't here to show you your sins And I don't move at all like the water I don't float to where I've been But the upperside of heaven a little bit of vice Is to hold on to the feeling that you are alive But if you're running through the fields And you look into the sky Just watch you don't get captured by the night I don't breathe at all like a fire Yeah, my passion is a fleeting mess My heart ain't at all like the Bible Yeah it ain't one for holy romance But it's good for the heart Yeah a little bit of draft And the watch out ??? that is unraveling And if you're asking me now for a little bit of passion Well baby I got caught up in the madness Hold on to your Hold on again Cause I will carry home And journey's end but journey on Cause I'm real far from home I'm real far from home Ya know Dillon stole my only heart And Joni always sang me to sleep Only ever been faithful to my mother And she's loyalty to the streets But you can learn a thing or two from these vagabonds and thieves That sometimes speak holier than the beast Cause the one thing you won't ever learn in church is How to set yourself free Hold on to your Hold on again Cause I will carry home And journey's end but journey on Cause I'm real far from home I"m real far I'm real far I'm real far from home I can't get wings with my feet on the ground I can't get wings with my feet on the ground I can't get wings with my feet on the ground I can't get wings with my feet on the ground Sometimes I think of turning back But I ain't one for treason necks Sometimes I think I'm going mad So what is really wrong with that? |