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• Artiste: Andeavor
• Titre: House Of Rags
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Sitting in a cardboard shelter On the streets forever Daily news to lay my head The future seems like never Holes in my pockets, holes in my soles Chewed out by neighbors Four-legged theives steal my daily bread That last week lost its flavor Baptised in the morning rain I scrub away a month's debris But never rinsing out the pain Cannot recall what once was me Holes in my memory, holes in my soul Chewed out by what I believe Begging, wishing, hoping, stealing Knowing I can never leave Sleeping on a bed of stone Living in a house of rags Nothing else to call my own Dying for a house of rags Now I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I never wake up Sleeping on a bed of stone Living in a house of rags Nothing else to call my own Dying for a house of rags