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Sweet dreams my little amigo
Barefoot and homeless in Rio De Janiero
Sleepin' on the step of a church
Whose doors are locked
Livin' in a cardboard box
Inside at the shrine
The Priest sips fine wine
Dines on fine food and looks for a sing
No mother no father
No shoes nor a bed
No place to relax and rest his weary head
Where his next meal will come from
Nobody knows
But everyone can see the church is covered in gold
Wish I had a home
With ten million rooms
I'd open up the doors
And let the street children through
Wish that I could scoop
All of those children in my arms
And give the love they need
And to protect them all from harm
Wish I had a home
With ten million rooms
I'd open up the doors
And let the street children through
Wish that I could scoop
All of those children in my arms
And give the love they need
And to protect them all from harm
Wish I had a home
With ten million rooms
I'd open up the doors
And let the street children through
Wish that I could scoop
All of those children in my arms
And give the love they need
And to protect them all from harm
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- My Way
- The World Is Yours
- Solarized
- Remixes of the Spheres
- Music Of The Spheres
- Golden Greats
- Unfinished Monkey Business
- Miscellaneous
- The Greatest
- Keep What Ya Got
- LateNightTales: Nightmares on Wax
- Late Night Tales: Nightmares On Wax
- Coffeeshop, Volume 5
- Ian Brown: The Greatest
- The Greatest (UK Package)
- The Greatest (EU Version)
- The Greatest (Non-EU Version)
- Music Of The Spheres (International Version)
- Illegal Attacks
- Whispers