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viernes, 12 de junio de 2020

Michael Caine

Madness
Música: Daniel Woodgate
Letras: Carl Smyth


(If there's one thing worse than a murderer,
it's a dirty, rotten, stinking grass.
And that goes for litterbugs as well. Tara.)


We'll get ya.
We'll get ya.

(I am Michael Caine)

He's walking, where? I'm afraid I don't know.
I see the firemen jumping from the windows.
There's panic and I hear somebody scream.
(Aah!)

He picks up useless paper and puts it in my pocket.
I'm trying very hard to keep my fingers clean.
I can't remember, tell me what's his name?

(My name is Michael Caine)

And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home.
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep.

The sun is laughing; it's another broken morning.
I see a shadow and call out to try and warn him.
He didn't seem to hear, just turned away.

The quiet fellow follows, points his fingers straight at you.
He had to sacrifice his pride, yes.
Throw it all away.

(I am Michael Caine)

And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home.
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep.

His days are numbered, he walks round and round in circles,
there is no place he can ever call his own.
He seems to jump at the sound of the phone.

Staring out the window, there's nothing he can now do,
all he wanted was to remain sane.
He can't remember his own name.

(My name is Michael Caine)

And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home.
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep.
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home.
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep.

And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home.
And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep.

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