Paroles de In Loom Of A Hurricane
Throw my guitar across the roomDiscouragement rears its ugly head again
My hands just can't seem to flow
But inside flows a treacherous stream
Like a child, prone to anger
I shake my head
I shake it at every trivial injustice I believe
Forgetting the generous hand given to me
I shake it at every trivial injustice I believe
Forgetting the generous hand given to me
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