Chris Rea - Auberge.
On the hard fast train
On the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
There’s a sudden itch
An electric twitch
Sometimes I swear this body’s got a mind of it’s own
This is the naked truth
This is the lightThere’s only one place left to go
Auberge You meet the silent type
On a windy trailWith a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
You can talk till you acheGive yourself one more break
You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn
’t matter This is the naked truth
This is the light
There’s only one place left to go
Auberge Give me a weekendGive me a day
Don’t like what I’m seeing though
I hear what you say
Think with a dagger
And you’ll die on your kneesBegging for mercy
Singing please mister please
This is the naked truthThis is the light
There’s only one place left to go
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