Wanderer’s Curse The heart is kind of homeless and the soul is - TopicsExpress



          

Wanderer’s Curse The heart is kind of homeless and the soul is a stow-away My right hand finds sanctuary Only when it’s held in my pocket, Where I keep a picture of you That I stole From the drawer beside your bed I bought this hat in Paris I bought this coat in London I bought this knife back home. Someone stole my wallet in an alley Someone stole my heart one night Someone gave me comfort in a backstreet Someone got me ready for a fight I wore out my shoes in the country I spent my money downtown I chased a million different lights Pretty soon they all let me down I bought this hat in Paris I bought this coat in London I bought this knife back home Someone killed my faith In a road without a name They tried to hide everytime But I always know who I have to blame I lost my hat in London I wore my coat in Paris I’m going to bring my knife back home.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Oct 2013 13:10:32 +0000

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