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• Artiste: Crowded House
• Titre: My legs are gone
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The time has begun I go to the sleeping water now The slow tide of spring I am drawn towards your beckoning Starting to breathe But the dawn is slow in coming now And my legs are gone Yeah my friends say there's nothing wrong Caught on a bad day, caught on a bad day I don't know which side I am on Caught on a bad day, caught on a bad day We're drifting away From the smoke and the burnt out firewood We're lighter than day And I tremble for a moment at the sight of you Slow hand spring Here comes the day of reckoning And my legs are gone And my friends say there's nothing wrong Caught on a bad day, caught on a bad day I don't know which side I'm on Caught on a bad day, caught on a bad day I wouldn't like a warning when the big day comes Let me hear you angels singing Hallelujah Pharoah on the news Lying in a golden rubbish tin And gathered 'round his head Were expensive things he couldn't take with him And my legs are gone Coz I left them on the bar-room floor (bathroom ?) And the wise woman said They'll be peace and contentment for sure And my legs are gone But there's one thing that I must do Tell you I love you Look at the ocean And tell me it's not blue Looks like summer, looks like summer Looks like everything I knew Caught on a bad day, caught on a bad day Well I still want to be with you