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I need a reason to get up
I wash my
The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the
kickin' off my covers off the fact
that I called my gramma in a long, long time
standin in the shower for half an hour
Tryin' to wake up and I'm for the power
reachin' for the towel with soap in my
dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my
The thing I know the telephone rings
I hear my own voice on the answering
leave a message I'm glad ya called
I for a voice but there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta the blues
and pay respect respect is due
all to GOD the one I return to
the one I can to
when I'm feelin burned to the
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in the morn before I wash my face
a thousand miles is a lonely place
At six in the she rolled
bed
stared out the window and then she
that I her type...
I think she's runnin outa though... and I told her so.
She picked up her and walked through the door
and said that she couldn't see me no more
just as she was leaving I asked her if she'd
she didn't look said nuttin at all
I didn't my clothes because they smell like you
and when I took a it reminded me of you
I called Gramma Brown for
it happened to me it happened 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, talk
she said "you have the of ice on a sidewalk"
things get rough don't sweat it
sometimes in life you just to let it
and out a song so strong
even a bad dream couldn't bring harm
to the of a young childs battles
formed from the candle light
her is like a whispering kiss on the forehead
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Early in the morn before I wash my
The bedisstill warmbut an empty space
Early in the beforeIwashmy face
a hundred thousand miles is a place
In the last thirty minutes
I asleep
when I have said my and I have brushed my teeth
This is the time when I am forced to about
all of the I been tryin to forget about
The Bills, the phone, up my room
the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the
alone I remember the with 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 when we slaves
in the livin' room outa tune
on top of it the pictures of bride and groom
child/ grand child child
every single tear every single smile
'cause got alota shit to deal with
and life doesn't stop it just makes ya it
so the dust offa your feet
take a step forward liberate the beat
so for you I wrote song
I wanted you to hear it you are gone.
the in me the Seminole in me
These are a things my grandmother gave
to me believe there are and some believe there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a
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Early in the before I wash my face
The bed isstill warmbut empty space
Earlyin themornin before I my face
a hundred thousand is a lonely place