Paroles I Got My Mojo Workin' de Ella Guru

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Textes et Paroles de I Got My Mojo Workin'




Fare thee well,
Ajar, a door is always open.
To you, it's just a wall,
To me, there is a door.
Repeat again, for I'm tired,
And I am hardly listening.
It's just sound,
And I need bringing around.

Rising words
And falling birds
As the heat waves
To a heat wave

Rising ocean
Cause deep commotion
As the sea waves
To a heat wave

Melting Gold
In a fiery mould
Where the workers go
'Til their tombstone

Melting Gold
In a fiery mould
Where the workers go
'Til their tombstone

I got a cat, and called him Mojo,
Now he's a working cat,
I got my mojo workin.
Through the heat,
The smell of rain,
In a Summer season.
To get your cares away,
Means worries for another day.

Rising words
And falling birds
As the heat waves
To a heat wave

Melting gold
In a fiery mold
Where the workers go
'Til their tombstone

Rising ocean
Cause deep commotion
As the sea waves
To a heat wave

Melting Gold
In a fiery mould
Where the workers go
'Til their tombstone

Melting Gold
In a fiery mould
Where the workers go
'Til their tombstone

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