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• Artiste: Crazy Arm
• Titre: A Pocketful Of Gold
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Born with nothing but your mama's blue eyes And your daddy's mood-swings that you always despised No-one could tell how you'd pass through the years But you're wise and you're kind, you're brave and you're here It takes but a minute to know what you want It may take a lifetime to know who you are The secret is reading all the right words And learning to live with the cracks and the scars So you made it out alive Now you can hold your head up high Yeah you made it out alive Now you can walk the streets with pride Don't need a pocketful of gold to take the open road Don't need a pocketful of gold To win somebody's heart and somebody's soul Fighting the fascists, the priests and the cops Fighting and fighting, the fight never stops But no-one can see when you hang up your gloves That all of your fighting is driven by love And you're loving your lovers, your songs and your friends Loving and loving, the love never ends But no-one can see in the fullness of light That all of your loving is part of the fight The drinking might kill you, the thinking might too The loneliness cuts like a cold wind in June They don't give a fuck if we're down on our luck And that's why I'm proud to be born to ruin Living and dying it's all the same deal But your mama's blue eyes keep turning the wheel And daddy's mood-swings will pass through the years On the carousel of time, through the blood, sweat and tears