Here comes the story of a hurricane. No love is lost or no sweet - TopicsExpress



          

Here comes the story of a hurricane. No love is lost or no sweet wisdom gained, so save your tears and save yourself the shame. Oh cyclone, youre on your own. As we left the house and took a step outside, I could taste in the air a familiar sense of pride. And the wind, it blows as you held your head up high, Then I saw the clouds draw storms into your eyes. Oh cyclone. youre on your own. Hes my man but said Im breaking bones, out in the fire wont leave him alone, It was bad and I was unable to pull him inside, So bring down them bridges, Dig up them bones, Whats that you got cos Ill have one of those. [[I was looking forward to busking this song with you, but I will never]]
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 03:16:05 +0000

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