it holds my suitcase It looks home to me alright But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with
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Übersetzung: The Police. Man In A Suitcase.
a hundred miles from yesterday night Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it
s face Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man in a suitcase
a sudden theres a weak link in the chain hes a six two brawlin cat nickname bolo caught beef wit his man so he had 2 go dolo but that was a nono you
something that he wanted to share a story told by a brother to another 'bout heaven, a lotta money and beer see everybody who gathered around this special man
and the lake wind hit him like a knife. Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight. Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes, familiar
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night Unpacked my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man
ass in a rented van to Venice Beach In a cardboard box Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks Police can't hear you with a dead body tied
drink So guitar man you done picked the wrong damn place to stay I'm a feeble old man You're a young smart-ass And there's a law-man on his way
he's got a lovely wife But still it hurts to be a wanted man But he said nobody knows about it but my friends and kin And I know a none of them would
