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Mike The Mechanics A Beggar On A Beach Of Gold

a beggar Sitting on a beach of gold Oh lord I'm a poor man With all the riches I can hold I'm a beggar Sitting on a beach of gold

to change him That's what happens when a girl becomes a wife And she pours herself another cup of coffee As the pictures leave a clean space on the wall

s in your heart Until you look You never know what's in your heart Until you look Take a look Just take a look Just take a look Just take a look [Ad

to become an obsession But I just can't believe my eyes Evidence in my possession Points a finger straight at you Every day I'm closer to a confession

There's a boy out there With a crazy stare And a gun to make a living In a sea of hate Where you can't think straight In a world that's unforgiving And

my neck She's lying naked here on the floor Wrap the sheet around her Disappear beyond the door It wasn't in a dream A film or on TV This was really

: Going, going home I hold a memory I can't let go Going, going home Going, going home You're long ago And far away But I can still remember you Going

with the devil In a dream that I can never lose He laughed when he saw me cryin' At the pictures on the evening news He said it's not really a dilemma

to change him That's what happens when a girl becomes a wife And she pours herself another cup of coffee As the pictures leave a clean space on the wall