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Mott The Hoople Two Miles From Heaven

You could never know just how sad I feel. Cause I've been down so long and I don't know where to come. Looking out the backdoor to the empty hills beyond

I think about the life I used to live by I wonder when I'm gonna get back It seems a long time since I moved into the city Gotta get away from all that

ain't got any answers And your time is nearly through There's an ill wind blowing From the west unto the east And I see my world going From a beauty

The light in the bar came on The place was in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while matt was on the phone His long

The way that you move makes me think That you're a dead-ringer for a rock 'n roll singer. And the way that you dance Makes me wanna create Some kind

instrumental

Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher My goodness gracious me ain't little johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never

meaning There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearrange Does it seem so strange to try redeeming Only time will show if the unrelenting blow That's cast from

There goes happiness Down that street Pick me up, put me down again Just when I was on my feet I get stoned every day My best friend he gone and went