Jon Fratelli - Baby were refugees
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EWell the red light fades and the Sun won't shine
Try to chase those ghosts from those ghosts, from this heart of mine
And the Ared town lady said she'd save me cry
C#mTake me down where the Apeople carry roses
C#mTake me down where the Astreet signs know me Einside out
EWell the cheap red wine is the kind I love the best
Makes the days pass by and a magical mess
And the Ared town lady, makes my soul confess
C#mTake me down with your Amoney and your roses
C#mTake me down where the Anight comes crashing through the Ewindow
Elook out boy, take a back seat and make them enjoy
The sound, this hopeless mess
Spend their money, watch them undress their soul,
And a furious fire, round the drink and smoke out of line
And leave, in a jealous hurricane
B7They won't forget your name
ECarry me home, carry me home carry me
Won't somebody chase this B7pain from my Edoor?
ECarry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won't somebody chase this B7pain from my Ewindow?
ECarry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won't somebody chase this B7pain from my Edoor?
ECarry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won't somebody chase this B7pain from my Ewindow?
ECarry me home, carry me home, carry me
Won't somebody take this B7pain from my Edoor?