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Knopfler Mark Kill To Get Crimson

This didn?t used to be me, old boy This isn?t what I?d want Pullin' old night fighters In a restaurant There?s smoke and flames behind me Where the self

, son I?d kill to get crimson on this palette knife And I?d steal in a minute, I?m up to here in it You here behaving as though I?m a saint Get a job

I'm a maker of ballads right pretty I write ?em right here in the street You can buy them all over the city Yours for a penny a sheet I'm a word pecker

They?re driving long nails into coffins You?ve been having sleepless nights You?ve gone as quiet as a church mouse And checking on your rights The boss

True love will never fade I wonder if there's no forever No walking hand in hand Down a yellow brick road To never never land These days I get to where

get wild Hey, look at you baby Tell your daddy you're no child Hey, look at you baby We can get wild Hey, we can get wild We can get wild Get wild

This didn't used to be me, old boy This isn't what I'd want pulling old night fighters in a restaurant. There's smoke and flames behind me where the

I'm a maker of ballads right pretty I write theme right here in the street You can buy theme all over the city yours for a penny a sheet I'm a word pecker

Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer You've been away roaming far away from here weathered a storm, your heart unafraid crossed every ocean in