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• Artiste: John R. Miller
• Titre: Faustina
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It was days-on-end in a minivan It was looking for an X on the map Long nights shaking in a stranger's house With a bottle in my lap Running from the deafening sound Of a future with no one around From Barcelona to Vestal's Gap And I've spent countless hours walking among the rank-and-file Praying to some vague set of eyes that it's only for a while Now I kneel before the only things I know This set of keys, and I-told-you-so's That someday it'll be worth the miles It was cigarettes outside an empty bar On a dark December morning Months of bad food and a pauper's guitar Never heeding any warning I've had friends and I've let my friends down Lookin for my heart in the lost-and-found Bare hands trying to stop the rain from pouring And I've been gaining on the crack of dawn, with glass eyes and a smile Praying St. Faustina please, let me go out in style I'll never know how far down it goes Til the devil reaps what I have sown Til then, I'm gonna feel every mile