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You can tell me your troubles I'll listen for free. My regulars trust me, it seems. You can come and see Uncle to get trought the week leave your pledges with me to redeem. Some folks sell their bodies for ten bob and go. Politicians go pawning their souls. Which doesn't make me look to bad, don't you know me, with my heart full of holes. All my yesterdays broken a watch with no face all battered and old. Bits of movement all over the place and a heart full of holes. A heart full of holes. A heart full of holes. Brass knuckles and banjos are out on the town all the knees-up in Teddy Boy's Row. The gold block and tackle Letras de cancionestells the time upside down. Rock n' roll - well, I don't know. Dead people's wedding gifts walk out of the door. A clarinet squeals to be free. Accordions hop from the shelves to the floor - start playing their polkas to me. There's a ringing of bells a dunderhead's curse. Finger are pointing at you. And you take work in hell and be glad it's not worse and you get to the back of the queue. Handcuffs and hunting knives clang on the bars. Air pistols shoot out the lights. I've a whole Wailing Wall of electric guitars could shatter the windows down Brick Lane tonight. If one of us dies, love I think i'll retire see my boys and my beautiful girl. A Garden of Eden no gates or barbed wire who knows, maybe gates made of pearls. Well, if we go to heaven and some say we don't but if there's a reckoning day please God, I'll see you and maybe I won't I've a bag packed to go either way. Redeeming your pledge, dear I'll keep it for you. It's not going to anywhere. But your soul, your soul that is not what I do. There's not a lot I can do there I remember the officer's watch in my hand: 'Repair it or die' I was told It's a wonder to me - I still don't understand why I ever survived to be old with a heart full of holes. A heart full of holes. A heart full of holes. From Letras Mania