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• Artiste: Move To Strike
• Titre: She Was A Thunderstorm
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She draws a crowd, like moths draw to light As she charts the room like a butterfly on its first flight The rules work around her, like an ambulance through traffic This intrigue pulls me closer, she's electrostatic I propose a toast to the ones who dare To believe in a chance that was never there To wear a heart upon a sleeve but to disrobe and file away With the skeletons in your closet baby I'm mesmerized, by her silvery eyes She's like thunderstorms, to my blue skies (It's better that she doesn't know) I propose a toast to the ones who dare To believe in a chance that was never there For all these pixelated words are failed attempts to re-create Tell me is this fiction? Tell me anything but tell it straight There is no depth in this, nothing vivid, nothing stays true Hide me away in your love And throw away the key ‘Cause I can't get what I deserve It's time to hijack this thought train It's time to derail this thought train You dragged me back kicking and screaming DERAIL You run like steel through my veins, and I will stand up underneath this ‘Cause this is not something flesh and blood alone can stand There is no depth in this Nothing vivid, nothing stays true And this is not something flesh and blood alone can stand Hide me away in your love And throw away the key ‘Cause I can't get what I deserve