quinta-feira, outubro 14, 2004


I'm screaming in the wind, screaming in the rain
Screaming in the face of the storm
Howling in out in the roaring surf
With the waves crashing down into foam
To feel something without a weakness
As she batters me down into the sand
Crying out in fury to the gods of fate

Come on and get me if you can

New Model Army

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