The storm
here comes the storm.
give me shelter.
goin'down and down and down.
people, give me your love.
with your head in the machine.
or with your head in nights springtime.
nightwinds with it dogs of war.
come to me in the morning sun.
you come here with your eyes closed.
tearing down my wall of protection.
for greed and darkness.
leaving nothing but laughter.
get this dust of my hands.
J.S.
give me shelter.
goin'down and down and down.
people, give me your love.
with your head in the machine.
or with your head in nights springtime.
nightwinds with it dogs of war.
come to me in the morning sun.
you come here with your eyes closed.
tearing down my wall of protection.
for greed and darkness.
leaving nothing but laughter.
get this dust of my hands.
J.S.
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 januari 2006 | ||
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