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Tom Cochrane Miscellaneous Napoleon Sheds His Skin The streets are covered in chalk The shops are boarded up The bodies are carried back down from the square He begins to wonder If it always was this hot Or is it just the clothes That he now wears Napoleon sheds his skin In the summer when the sun is high He never knows when to quit When to stop... Or when to say die Pick the bones, get a tan Or wander Underground She would not have left him anyway Wait by the sea, wait in the sun As if the time Stood still Did he get involved In whichever side That paid Napoleon sheds his skin In the summer when the sun is high He never knows when to quit When to stop... Or when to say die ...And time stands still behind The distant gates Time moves on outside in the sun Then he wonders which side he's really on Then he doesn't care, It's so grey in there He just wants to get back to her... Napoleon sheds his skin In the summer when the sun is high He never knew when to quit When to stop... Or when to say die... She waits for him by the wharf By the sea where they used to go She sings a song that they'd sing Then waits for the echo... Na...poleon Sheds his skin Na...poleon Sheds his skin Na...poleon Sheds his skin I've got to get out of here Can she save me I've got to get out of here Can she save me I've got to get out of here... Can you hear me... |
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