Paul Rodgers David Gilmour Stone
Tangled dreams and endless highways Bang the drum in a foreign land Sometimes I wonder just what I m chasing When all I need is the touch of your hand I ve got no fixed abode I m out of my own Babe, it gets so cold Without your love I m just a stone without your love I m just a stone without your love And we all laugh and the jokes get wilder Staying up, staying out When we re drinking, fade away into the morning When the strangest cold gets deeper still I ve got no fixed abode I m out of my own Babe, it g
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