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Nuttea Au coin de ma rue, les momes essouffles D?avoir trop couru, d?avoir trop trebuche Au coin de ma rue, les momes essouffles D?avoir trop couru,

mes freres et mes soeurs Et c'est comme toute une nation qui meurt Que ma voix se fasse l'echo des pleurs Ne laissons pas dominer nos peurs Refrain Nuttea UB40 & Nuttea

Les enfants, les egares sont comme des feuilles Et l'ecran leur offre l'encre de la violence A la recherche d'une identite, d'une verite, De la frontiere

Il est assis au fond du metro, ou personne regarde Silence pesant, trois mecs montent, visages menacants "Allez tombe la veste on est accroc d'elle"

: Crying, crying, waiting, waiting, hoping, hoping, you'll come back, I just can't seem to get you off my mind. Crying, crying, waiting,

: Nuttin no no.. From yuh neva lie wid annada man inna bed? (Tell dem mi seh Nuttin no go so) And yuh neva sex a gal when she unda code red? (Tell

: [Chorus 2x] And you ain't nothin' but a hooker Sellin' your fuckin' soul Back up! They want you, I swear You got no worries, you got no cares All

(Verse 1) You know I don?t have to lie I know you?ve got better things to do with your time But won?t you take a moment And listen to your hearts cries

I knew a man who lived in fear It was huge, it was angry, It was drawing near. Behind his house a secret place Was the shadow of the demon He could never