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• Artiste: Inspiral Carpets
• Titre: Joe
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All that I possess is my existence, vagrant more or less The children on the pave mither bad, but help me through my day This borrowed cigarette, for which my heart will leap and it will laugh A debt to you my friend I owe but I'm afraid I can't repay Because I'm Joe, the street lamp is my home From place to place I like to roam The cold wind blows right through my bones The cold wind blows right through my bones My barrow I gave away, 'cause the muscle which pulled grew weaker every day This soldier crossed the sea, but now the maker wages war on me This heart is still so proud of all the things the soldier once achieved But when you're vagrant, man, no one wants to know about those things Because I'm Joe, the street lamp is my home From place to place I like to roam The cold wind blows right through my bones The cold wind blows right through my bones Because I'm Joe, the street lamp is my home From place to place I like to roam The cold wind blows right through my bones The cold wind blows right through my bones