Chris Rea - Auberge

On the hard fast train on the road to gain
Something gets right through to your telling bone
Here's a sudden itch an electric twich
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

You meet a 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
Cause this is the naked truth and this is the light
There's only one place left to got
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
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