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• Artiste: Slapdash
• Titre: The Poor Man's Plan
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I live my life along the busy streets From normal life, an unwilling retreat I’ve been hit, but I’m still down The wheel of Fortune’s spit me out I don’t live in tears or hide in memories. Time to find a place to hide away To drag my bones to a new spot in the shade… I can’t remember how I got this way I was busy both at work and home each day First I lost my job. Then I lost my wife Now I try my best to reconstruct a life Time to find a place to hide away To drag my bones to a new spot in the shade ‘Cos home is where the heart is, and my heart’s so alone I don’t even have a place to call my home (bridge) Don't you trouble yourself over me… Console yourself with comfort sweet dreams Independence was my only goal Society’s gone and truly left me on my own. I turn the other cheek to face the day Though my face is frozen, it’s the only way Resigned to Providence, My mortal enemy is circumstance My only Saviour, good will from a stranger Time to find a place to hide away To drag my bones to a new spot in the shade ‘Cos home is where the heart is, and my heart’s so alone I don’t even have a place to call my home