Auberge - Chris Rea

    On the road to gain
    Something gets right through to your telling bone
    There's a sudden itch
    An electric twitch
    Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of it's own

    This is the naked truth
    This is the light
    There's only one place left to go
    Auberge ... Auberge

    You meet the silent type
    On a windy trail
    With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger
    You can talk till you ache
    Give yourself one more break
    You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter


    Oh, give me a weekend, give me a day
    Don't like what I'm seeing though I hear what you say
    Think with a dagger
    And you'll die on your knees
    Begging for mercy
    Singing please, mister please

    'chause ... (Chorus)

    Marco Giunco
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