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• Artiste: Sarah Close
• Titre: Maestro
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He's a hollow man in a dead land He's a fool with demand for change He's a hot shot, in his high rise A glass of wine and lady by his side The city is drunk on the money he's burnt Yeah he still parades these whispered words Are things all good cause I'm not dead yet Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh He's a warrior and a fighter He's a fool with a twisted smile In his bloodstream, runs the Story Of a maestro caught loose in the hands of misuse The city is drunk on the money he's burnt Yeah he still parades these whispered words Are things all good cause I'm not dead yet Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Look at your voice, all alone and growing old Look at your voice, oh, all alone in your city of gold All our finery, left in pieces on the floor What a sight to see, he waved away my words All our finery, left in pieces on the floor What a sight to see, what a sight to see All our finery, left in pieces on the floor What a sight to see, he waved away my words in search of something more A sight to see, he waved away my words in search of something more Look at you maestro, all alone and growing old Look at your poor soul, all alone in your city of gold Look at you maestro, look at your poor soul