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Jack Johnson - Holes to Heaven lyrics
The air was more than humid And the heat was more than hungry And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes The bulls were running wild Because they're big and mean and sacred And the children were playing cricket with no shoes The next morning we woke up, man, with a seven hour drive Well there we were stuck in port Blaire Where boats break and children stare And there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven Mmhmm And there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven Mmhmm Officials were quite friendly Once we drowned them with our sweet talk And we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze Disembarking from the port With no mistakes of any sort Moving soundly engine running smooth The next morning we woke up, man, with the sunrise to the right Moving back north to port Blaire Where boats break and children stare And there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven Mmhmm Yes and there were so many fewer questions When stars were still just the holes to heaven. Mmhmm |
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