Through the night I'm racing far from home I've always tried to do my best, I never cheated anyone Not like the place where they once turned the wine into water Running from
Traduction: Circulation. Far From Home.
(Winwood/Capaldi) I don't know how long I can take it There's times when I don't think I can make it through, baby Don't know what you and me are gonna
night I'm racing Far from home I've always tried to do my best, I never cheated anyone Not like the place where they once turned the wine into water Running from
wild birds call Oh, hold on, love, 'cause I'll never let you fall Here comes a man who'll give you all the love he can Far from the rain where you'll
(Winwood/Capaldi) [Instrumental]
Hear her laughter and she's gone There's always one more mountain to climb But we are all lost, travelers in time, a long way from home You always fear
(Winwood/Capaldi) Don't be afraid, love, when the storm comes We're gonna make it through on our own Don't you, don't you ever let go of my love Think
(Winwood/Capaldi/Spillane) What are we doing to this holy ground, this land that God gave to us all 'Cause everywhere I hear that crashing sound that
(Winwood/Capaldi) Heats the message that you send One look at you, I'm burning up inside You know that I'd give up anything I can't get enough when
(Winwood/Capaldi) Sometimes your life can be sidetracked, getting lost in things you don't need But we all lose direction in a world of greed Some people
you take more than you give it never heals I can see it rolling 'cross the sky on the holy mountains where eagles cry Far from earth below where poisoned
soft, I kept it real from the fuckin? start I stay strapped, cause my neighborhood so dirty I kiss my Grandma Goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from
A gentle breeze that feels alright Home alone And I can't feel the pain Only strain Enjoy the sights I feel alive When actually here just feels alright Far from home
pumpkin pie From Pennsylvania folks are trav'lin' down To Dixie's sunny shore From Atlantic to Pacific, gee, The traffic is terrific! Oh, there's no place like home
Living in the country far away from home, how I miss those city lights, yes I'm lost when I'm alone. Grew up on the sidewalk, always had a friend, every
way home from the office one night, GREGGERY was attacked by a RAGE OF HUNCHMEN! Making his way through the evening traffic, GREGGERY notices that the
niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones I said The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from
