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• Artiste: Allman Brown
• Titre: House Of Spirits
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There's a blood-red sky Over my head tonight And it's weighing down On my ragged heart And the ghosts on this road Dance like Fred Astaire Beautiful to behold But hard to bear Well, I looked into My father's dying eyes And he damned my soul To the fires But I took his hand And I held it tight And I sat by his deathbed Through the cold dark night 'Cause I'm heading back to that House of spirits Yes, I'm racing through those City limits Yes, I'm heading back to that House of spirits And I pray someday It'll feel like home Yes, I pray someday It'll feel like home Well, the ferry-man took him 'Cross the dark water Penny in his pocket To pay the toll And I watched him go That weary song And I felt so tired To be so alone Yes, I'm heading back to that House of spirits Yes, I'm racing through those City limits Yes, I'm heading back to that House of spirits And I pray someday It'll feel like home Yes, I pray someday It'll feel like home Yes, I'm heading back to that House of spirits Yes, I'm racing through those City limits Yes, I'm heading back to that House of spirits And I pray someday It'll feel like home Yes, I pray someday It'll feel like home Heading back to that House of spirits Yes, I'm racing through those City limits Yes, I'm heading back to that House of spirits And I pray someday It'll feel like home Yes, I pray someday It'll feel like home