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I need a to get up before
I wash my
The junkies, the Hookers, the the place
off my covers trippin' off the fact
that I haven't called my in a long, long time
standin in the shower for half an hour
Tryin' to wake up and I'm for the power
for the towel with soap in my eyes
dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my
The next thing I know the rings
I hear my own on the answering machine
please a message I'm glad ya called
I for a voice but there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I kick the blues
and pay respect where is due
all praises to GOD the one I to
the one I can to
when I'm feelin burned to the
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I my face
a hundred miles is a lonely place
At six in the she rolled
bed
stared out the window and she said
that I her type...
I think she's outa types though... and I told her so.
She picked up her things and walked through the
and said that she couldn't see me no more
as she was leaving I asked her if she'd call
she didn't look back said at all
I didn't change my clothes because they like you
and when I a shower it reminded me of you
I called Gramma for advice
it happened to me once it to me twice
Michael my son you sound really
I wish that you were so I could to you give
a hug then she gave me a long, long
she said "you the patience of ice on a sidewalk"
things get rough don't sweat it
sometimes in life you just to let it
and sing out a song so
that even a bad couldn't bring harm
to the of a young childs battles
from the candle light shadows
her voice is like a whispering on the forehead
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I my face
The bedisstill there's an empty space
in the mornin beforeIwashmy face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely
In the last thirty before
I fall
when I have said my prayers and I brushed my teeth
is the time when I am forced to think about
all of the things I tryin to forget about
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my
the cars, the traffic, the and the boom
alone I remember the times me and you
and I realize my heart is up the room
Gramma she tell us about the glory days
and gramma she would tell us about we were slaves
in the livin' pianos outa tune
on top of it the of every bride and groom
child/ child lost child
every single tear every single smile
'cause everybodies got alota to deal with
and life stop it just makes ya feel it
so the dust offa your feet
a step forward liberate with the beat
so for you I wrote this
I you to hear it before you are gone.
the in me the Seminole in me
are some a things my grandmother gave
to me some believe are and some believe there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma she is a saint
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I wash my
The bed warmbut there'san empty space
themornin before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely