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Jack Johnson:Holes To Heaven
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This song is performed by Jack Johnson and appears on the album On And On (2003).
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 playing cricket with no shoes
The next morning we woke up
Man, with a seven-hour drive
There we were, stuck in Fort Blaire
Where boats break and children stare
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmm
And then there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmm
Disembarking from the port
With no mistakes of any sort
Moving south, the engine running smooth
Officials were quite friendly
Once we drowned them with our sweet talk
And bribed them with our cigarettes and booze
The next morning we woke up
With the sunrise to the right
Moving back north through Port Blaire
Where boats break and children stare
There were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmm
And then there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmm
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 playing cricket with no shoes
The next morning we woke up
Man, with a seven-hour drive
There we were, stuck in Fort Blaire
Where boats break and children stare
And there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmm
And then there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmm
Disembarking from the port
With no mistakes of any sort
Moving south, the engine running smooth
Officials were quite friendly
Once we drowned them with our sweet talk
And bribed them with our cigarettes and booze
The next morning we woke up
With the sunrise to the right
Moving back north through Port Blaire
Where boats break and children stare
There were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmm
And then there were so many fewer questions
When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mmmm
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