Paroles de The Busker
There's a cool breeze'cross the southerly seas
I stay and I go and do as I please
My, my
what'll I do with you?
My, my
It's a long haul
From New York to St. Paul
The higher the hopes the further the fall
the Vietnam Vets
they're mending their nets
of their mother's perfume
they're hungry for someone to love
there's a busker on fore street
playing for change
singing, 'Angie'
and 'People are Strange'
what'll I do with you?
My, my
It's a long haul
From New York to St. Paul
The higher the hopes the further the fall
the Vietnam Vets
they're mending their nets
of their mother's perfume
they're hungry for someone to love
there's a busker on fore street
playing for change
singing, 'Angie'
and 'People are Strange'
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