Pave Paradise Lyrics

	作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart
	How many miles until I get out of this rectangular box of hell?
	Because these four same faces
	In these overcrowded spaces
	Have me praying for the places
	That will leave me one minute to myself
	(along with)
	The foreheads glued to window-panes.
	The sore-backs from kitchen-wood floors,
	And all the sitting, sitting, sitting in a van - yet I still want more?
	When there's a million more miles to roam
	I think of the life left for me back home:
	A “paradise” to watch their “greener grass” grow
	And all the time to be alone…?
	But two weeks home cripple me
	Because the trees don't pass
	And the lines don't move
	As the white walls collapse
	On my ramblin' buy blues that's howlin
	Howling for that open road because
	No arms can hold
	No home can warm
	Like the gaze at the rays of a distant lost-highway sun.
	When there's a million more miles to roam
	I think of the life left for me back home:
	A “paradise” to watch their “greener grass” grow
	And all the time to be alone.
	Pave paradise
	Put the keys in
	Turn the engine
	Let the big green van drive me from this city,
	To anything but simplicity.
	To anywhere from this city,
	To anything but simplicity.

	zuo qu : Flynn, Have Heart
	How many miles until I get out of this rectangular box of hell?
	Because these four same faces
	In these overcrowded spaces
	Have me praying for the places
	That will leave me one minute to myself
	along with
	The foreheads glued to windowpanes.
	The sorebacks from kitchenwood floors,
	And all the sitting, sitting, sitting in a van yet I still want more?
	When there' s a million more miles to roam
	I think of the life left for me back home:
	A " paradise" to watch their " greener grass" grow
	And all the time to be alone?
	But two weeks home cripple me
	Because the trees don' t pass
	And the lines don' t move
	As the white walls collapse
	On my ramblin' buy blues that' s howlin
	Howling for that open road because
	No arms can hold
	No home can warm
	Like the gaze at the rays of a distant losthighway sun.
	When there' s a million more miles to roam
	I think of the life left for me back home:
	A " paradise" to watch their " greener grass" grow
	And all the time to be alone.
	Pave paradise
	Put the keys in
	Turn the engine
	Let the big green van drive me from this city,
	To anything but simplicity.
	To anywhere from this city,
	To anything but simplicity.

	zuò qǔ : Flynn, Have Heart
	How many miles until I get out of this rectangular box of hell?
	Because these four same faces
	In these overcrowded spaces
	Have me praying for the places
	That will leave me one minute to myself
	along with
	The foreheads glued to windowpanes.
	The sorebacks from kitchenwood floors,
	And all the sitting, sitting, sitting in a van yet I still want more?
	When there' s a million more miles to roam
	I think of the life left for me back home:
	A " paradise" to watch their " greener grass" grow
	And all the time to be alone?
	But two weeks home cripple me
	Because the trees don' t pass
	And the lines don' t move
	As the white walls collapse
	On my ramblin' buy blues that' s howlin
	Howling for that open road because
	No arms can hold
	No home can warm
	Like the gaze at the rays of a distant losthighway sun.
	When there' s a million more miles to roam
	I think of the life left for me back home:
	A " paradise" to watch their " greener grass" grow
	And all the time to be alone.
	Pave paradise
	Put the keys in
	Turn the engine
	Let the big green van drive me from this city,
	To anything but simplicity.
	To anywhere from this city,
	To anything but simplicity.

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