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• Artiste: Ken Stringfellow
• Titre: Cyclone Graves
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You can't run away You were born. It's all the same game Tear off the roof of your life And start your searching again You came on the day the clouds went away To their cyclone graves Where they stay--as sure as I say that I hope you never go blind I hpe that you're more than just kind Oh, to yourself You talk to the wind And you hope that it will listen in Blow you back where you can begin To resemble your weakest sin Better find it, never fight it, never regret your loves Your love makes you less than useless, oh, to yourself Something about the way you hide The strength to engage an alibi Under the scrutiny of love What will it take to raise you above yourself? Divine or profane? Drink the wine or linger in the rain? Maybe you don't have to choose And fortune's smiling on everyone And I think it's smiling on you Love-- Makes you humble Pulls you forward