Auberge - Chris Rea

On the hard fast train 
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 
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 

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

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 

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

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Auberge 
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Auberge 

Auberge 
Auberge 
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