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• Artiste: Level 42
• Titre: The Hands Of Che Guevara
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She had a face for memories I wore a disguise She lit the burning questions While I ran out of replies I fumbled for safety in an empty box of lies She stole the map of all the places I could hide. And caught in the madness that instinct pursues Broken pieces here in my hands Well you ain't getting younger and there's nothing to lose Don't fool yourself boy's Make sense It couldn't get much harder If you said 'Bring me all the sand that you can find in the Sahara' I said 'Big deal, well how is this for starters?' 'William Colby's tears in the hands of Che Guevara' Sometimes I crave this poison Something in me dies And she says it's sabotage So why act so surprised And caught in the madness that instinct pursues Broken pieces here in my hands Well you ain't getting younger and there's nothing to lose Though they told me I don't understand Staring at someone, but I never knew who It somehow never goes how you planned Better mind your own business Say what's it to you Don't fool yourself boy's Make sense It couldn't get much harder If you said 'Bring me all the sand that you can find in the Sahara' I said 'Big deal, well how is this for starters?' 'William Colby's tears in the hands of Che Guevara' In your voice In your call I see the hands of Che Guevara In your cry When you fall I see the hands of Che Guevara In the sky Above it all I see the hands of Che Guevara